Sorry if I am showing my age here. Many years ago, it was always a joy to visit flea markets in our holiday destinations; you never knew what you could find and discover. In France, there is no market without an extensive selection of delicacies like local cheeses, honey, wines, sausages and the like. The same was true for Italy and Spain, as well.
Today the plan was to go to the market in Los Cristianos, a coastal town about half an hour away. We quickly found the market itself, but we didn‘t find anything we liked. See, it used to be that local artisans sold their uique wares there, but this market looked a bit like an outlet for Temu. I don‘t mean to be rude to the many sellers there, but the selection was just not for us.
We went to explore Los Cristianos for a bit, had a coffee and watched a young man trying to sell marijuana to tourists, before we headed back to our oasis.
After a little siesta – when in Rome and all that – we are now sitting outside, enjoying the sun and a slight breeze, writing post cards and reading.
It‘s a slow day, but .. we‘re on holiday, so that‘s actually perfect.