We woke to a fine morning and after the usual continental breakfast we went out into the town to visit the market that was close by. There was an outside area with rows of colourful pitches with stalls straining under the weight of fruit and vegetables all presented for purchase in an untidy but satisfying way but the best part of the market was the covered building constructed of iron and glass which housed the butchers and the delicatessens and best of all the fishmongers.
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Blog NewsComing up in the next few weeks - the end of a holiday to the tiny island country of Malta, more from my post card collection, a look back at some car hire adventures and a few days away in Northern Ireland.
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