Flowing from season to season

There are moments in town when all is hectic, and then it seems strangely quiet. Car parking spaces non existent, and then four available in Estiradors when I get home. Unpredictable.

The market was lively and I took the chance to scoot around, share an amazing affogato with little A at Mr Mc Coy’s (personally I think it’s the best coffee in town), but a few flowers and queue for my wristband for the Firo.

I had a little struggle over the procedure. I’ve been here nearly 21 years, yet sometimes things are still tricky. I could have got cross, but I’m not sure it’s worth the energy.