Well all I can say is that breakfast in Old Dhaka was exhilarating. Exhilarating in a way that that part of the city is so wild and awake even at 7 a.m. on the third day of Eid; with bustling buses and tinkering rickshaws and people fetching breakfasts from different hotels.
By the time we could find a place to eat, all the food was gone- and I am not surprised, the food did not disappoint us.
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