Friday, September 19

On the flight here we met two women Irma knew from Kulosaari, on their way to Ventimiglia. They told us of the huge street market that stretches for miles along the seafront every Friday.

We have breakfast and race out to meet it head on.

Within 15 minutes I have bought a hat. The sun beams down at 30 degrees and I soon want to carry some shade around with me.

The market starts (or finishes) also outside our apartment. We will take two hours or so to get to the other end where we will bump into Leena, one of the two women we met on the plane.

Eventually we will head back with our spoils in our bags (one of the bags also forming one of the spoils).

On the way I will pause to photograph myself wearing the hat.