Fish and chips

With it being midday already, and we had stumbled across a market, we settled on a stall selling fried fish. The smell to me was wonderful but for Katarina it was more a case of persevering. I ordered mackerel and Katarina had some fried vegetables, declining all the fish on offer. Unfortunately the only place to sit was a spot that a pigeon had walked and shat a few minutes earlier. Fortunately it meant the table was free but I had to cover it with tissues. I loved munching my fish whole, including the tails at times, which clearly you are supposed to do here. We also found a fruit and veg stall where a helpful lady who spoke no English sold us some excellent plums which were sweet and fleshy. We washed them under a tap nearby.