(no pic, sorry)
On the path to the car from the marmer’s farket: a single, cleaned-off (probably with someone’s teeth) mango pit.
I popped it in the bottom of the carriage and considered it a bonus prize from a wonderful (if short) outing.
Is that sad – or wonderful???
(I’m just relieved Elisheva wasn’t with me to shriek in horror)
I was giggling at this post, because I think we are from different generations. I related more with Elisheva here than with you. (Heehee)
ReplyDeleteI have vivid memories of shrieking in much the same way when my own mother did similar things. Or just walking several paces ahead.
I guess I'm still closer to being a kiddie than I thought! :D