Sunday market

We've been here for weeks, and only yesterday did we discover that there's a market here on Sundays! Of course, we had to go and check it out. Once again, we were not disappointed. Well, there was a generality of stalls more like a jumble sale with tables and piles of clothes and shoes to rummage through. The latter sometimes on the floor and people were rooting through to find a matching pair. But there were also some material stalls, and John found some material for me to make him a steampunk coat. I got some trimming stuff and a fun colourful top.
There are still people dressed up and partying. I liked some of the teapot hats and asked if I could take a photo, ending up with the dad holding my phone and getting me to join all the females of the family in a posed shot. They're very friendly.
We stopped at John's favourite pastelleria and he had a slice of nata. A woman was there buying two massive versions, like gateaux, enough to feed 18. John's not impressed with the town maintenance from a walking surface P.O.V. They've clearly spent a lot of money on the tiles for the blue and yellow precincts. But they don't do repairs much, and when they do, they don't match the colours. This is Spain, known for its tiles industry! Also the pavements are a hotchpotch of undulating hazards. You have to be on alert for very raised or sunken paving, dog poo is a big problem, they don't have fines like the UK. It's everywhere and John trod in one today. 😞
Plus in the woods and on the campsite, we need to look out for processionary caterpillars. They can be quite dangerous, realeasing tiny spikes if disturbed. There were some by the toilet yesterday.
Back here for the afternoon and I had a play with beads in the sunshine. John read. Another shorts day.En savoir plus