Yesterday was market day. I woke up early heading for the market in my new straw hat. New it was, yet weather beaten thanks to a storm that happened a week ago. It lost its shape as the rim got limp hanging too low. Funny how it looks now.
The best time to go to the market is Saturday. Early morning hours are quite. The earlier it is, the greater the selection of fresh produce and the less people are around meaning no long lines. If you manage to get there really early on a regular basis, the vendors will recognize you.
As I was leaving the market I passed a man who, upon seeing me, spontaneously burst into a little song about a hat. I looked at him laughing. He laughed as well as he finished his song. It was such a happy little song that I kept humming it and when I got home I decided to keep the
Note to self: the adjective good-for-nothing describes a person.