Not just a fourth who are foreigners, but each one of the 35 young and old, seem alien in their surroundings as they begin their journey – a 'food walk' set out to taste every delicacy the season has to offer, in shops tucked away along cramped, grimy streets. After gaping suspiciously at them, families in cycle rickshaws carrying polythene bags full of goods, and men whizzing around in impeccable white kurtas and skull caps, finally declare them 'tourists'. True to the word, even Delhiities turned tourists in their own city. Thoroughly charmed by the energy and colour of the night, they kept clicking; first, Cheeni Bhai, outside his 80 year-old banta (lemon soda) stall, atop a large iron box (making him appear much taller than his five-feet) greeting his customers with a neatly choreographed namaste and a broad grin; then Khan chacha making his perfect, cheesy, spicy omelette and half-fry and later into the night Shafi dada, with his flowing white beard, secretly revealing the 180-year-old recipe of his celebrated kheer. Even weary men sleeping shirtless on wooden-carts which they seemingly pushed around all day, were not spared.