Sunday, April 30

I go for a walk and get more puzzled as I go. I can see no balloons for sale anywhere.

I walked down to Alepa expecting to find a popup stall selling Vappu balloons but found nothing at all. I then walked round to the house where an old man sells balloons on Vappu eve every year. I expect to find some tied to a notice on the pavement; the notice that has stood there all week.

Instead he has shyly hidden the notice on his porch with no balloons in sight. I pause for a second and then walk on.