Eccentric orbits

"More, more," said my legs and eyes. So the five of us walked and walked.

228 Peace Park:

A burrito-shaped "pie." Point and hope for the best.

Absolutely no clue. Whatever it is has never before passed my lips. Some kind of pungent turnip? Googling around ... maybe a mugwort paste?

Hopped on a random bus. Got off when the mood struck. Jhenjiang Street:

The honey-glazed fish I picked up at the supermarket is also spiked with cinnamon. Like a fishy french toast.