Why are these kittens still here?

Ridiculous. Spent this morning at the Grand Bazaar, with one small child moaning 'no more bazaar, just pazaar' - the local food market where she gets well fed by charming vendors. Then went to the station the Orient Express used to arrive at and got so carried away by the faded romance of it all and the possibility of booking international train journeys 'en monnaies etrangeres' that we are all going to Sofia by sleeper train next weekend.