Things spotted on market day in Aotearoa #
newzealand :
A small human with his face and hands covered in chocolate ice-cream being told by his mum "Fin, keep your hands to yourself." He spreads his hands as wide as possible, grins cheekily and roars "NO!"
A guy with bare feet (20s?) and a British accent talking to a stall owner. He says "I came here six months ago. I only meant to stay for two weeks but I can't bring myself to leave yet." Stall owner nods in sympathy.
A small human and his grandma walking along. Grandma on small human's heels as he instructs her how to ONLY step on the shadows because stepping in the sun is bad luck. Both seem to be thoroughly enjoying the game. Later seen in line for a crepe. (Standing on shadows.)
The owner of a pottery stall explaining to a woman (80s?) with arthritically bent hands that he makes sure his cups have handles that anyone can hold. She makes a delighted noise when he shows her a cup that she can grip easily.
A macaron vendor explaining to three small humans (8 and younger?) how he makes his macarons. They are all completely focussed. He says "The trick is, don't sift the almond meal. They all tell ya to do it, but don't believe them!" All three small humans nod solemnly.
Any typos spotted in this post are not typos, they are poetry. Or at least that's what this author is claiming and I am totally prepared to do an interpretive dance to any typo poetry to back it up. (With kazoo accompaniment. Because poetry.)