Edible Street Theatre: Greenwich.

“Business or pleasure ”.   I ‘m stumped. “Bleasure” I say because  it’s my business. And it is my pleasure.  She spreads a healthy  helping of seasoned spicy lamb onto the flat bread.  “my daughter would love you. She wants to be a writer” she says. I say her daughter can be a writer and a doctor, a writer and a lawyer, a writer and a chef. She can have her cake and eat it. Creativity is not the monopoly of artists.  “spicy”  Faye says. I nod and she sprinkles the chilli flakes on the yoghurt  sauce that  slathered the seasoned mince. She folds over the flatbread. It gently grips the mixture inside nudging   time served ingredients to mingle.   Faye passes me the wrap  of heaven. This corner of  Greenwich Market  is a festival  of its own. It has its own eco climate.  The sun rises at breakfast lunch and  dinner. It’s a scones throw from TheCutty Sark  to feed the hungry seamen and visitors like me.  Smells from aroud the world mingle in the gulley between the food.   This is street theatre  that I can eat.  There's eleven days to go before my residency at Greenwich and Docklands International Festival begins.   By the time it ends  I'll have eaten from every stall.  Incr- Edible   street theatre. I like that.    The tweet account of this stall is @victusandbibo