I remember waking up with the sun my first morning in Calcutta, all hazey brained and wired with jetlag. I set out and wandered and watched as the streets woke up and clamored to life. I ate breakfast at a street cart where they were making a variety of chutneys and fresh hot flatbread. Standing around eating with a group of strangers, big smiles in every direction and all eyes towards me. It felt like a nice dream. I think the meal cost me 12 cents.