That little shop in the market whet my appetite for some thrifting and I found several places within walking distance. I like taking pics of the buildings as I wander. I felt very safe just creeping down empty lanes and alleys.
Another painting that caught my eye…why is the angel forcing that child off the cliff?
I loved this little person, but they were super heavy. I can only buy small and lightweight souvenirs.
I did buy one of these. It seems like the back should be open for you to store your garlic, but it’s a purely decorative anthropomorphized garlic.
There were lots of trippy figurines.
and the dolls…
The second thrift store I went to was closed for another 30 minutes and I decided not to wait, but this cat hung out with me for a while.
There were gladiolas everywhere. We didn’t know where the fields were, but it seemed every single person was casually carrying a bunch home from the market.
I started off with their delicious wild mushroom soup, which I had ordered to go the other day and had to return for. It has little pate choux dumplings in it.
Followed by shrimp in a buttery sauce meant to be eaten on French bread.
I ended with a salad that had many of my favorite ingredients: dried cranberries, raspberries, almonds and arugula, but it was advertised as burrata and seemed to be whipped brie. Very unusual. It was topped with an adorable chunk of honeycomb.