Saturday, February 6

We have an afternoon of traveling around the neighbourhood, looking at taps and tiles and other things beginning with the letter T. K-Rauta has snowpiles the size of mountains. It no longer has a car-park: it has a mountain range with spaces to park cars dotted here and their in the valleys.

We have arrived in Prisma. As I stand I look down at the big overhead photograph of the area, with Prisma clearly marked in large letters. I try to photograph it without dropping my phone.

The management in Prisma have got about halfway through an experiment. They intend to completely remake the store without closing it. Instead random parts of the store get shut down and fenced off, and the produce moved somewhere else. Today I had to guess where the magazines had gone.

It makes shopping more interesting.