Wednesday, July 8

The rain has fallen heavily for the last hour, arriving out of nowhere and changed the sky from bright blue to gray in five minutes or less. It has just stopped.

The second midweek market will open at 17:00 precisely, and Vicke has just removed the covers from his stall. Nina and Marie stand inside waiting to serve customers. I stand at the head of the small wet queue.

Smiling, I step up and photograph the display before the process of selling messes up the symmetry. I photograph ahbore fillets (which I will buy in a moment), eels, and various fish that I cannot immediately name in any language.

I also photograph the various varieties of smoked salmon, garnished with berries and peppers.