The market is a bustling hive of activity, as people stock up on fruit, veg, meat, embutidos (cured meat), cheese, and meat before the weekend. As for the supermarket... I can tell you that a fair few bottles of booze (especially manzanilla are being carried out of there).
Rebujito: where the manzanilla is going. |
Outdoor bar at feria. |
Another caseta at feria. |
In the streets, everyone's scurrying along close to the buildings, trying to escape from the sun which is beating down. Summer seems to have arrived overnight, and we're suddenly remembering why siestas are so awesome, and why nothing happens in this town between about 2.30pm and 6pm. It doesn't make sense in winter, but I can certainly see why no-one's keen to be out and about at these times in summer.
Calle Madrid, La Carolina |
There's one man, however, who isn't trying to stay in the shade. He's fairly old, and extremely tanned. While everyone else is fleeing from the midday heat and sun, he's pushing his wheelbarrow through the streets, yelling out the prices for the vegetables that he's selling.
I'm not as brave as him, so I hurry home and bless the lower temperature inside my piso. That's another thing that didn't make any sense in winter, yet suddenly seems genius...
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