This weeks Sunday Bimble
Bear took this snap of the cheeky little chaps that live outside our bedroom door. Bear got to choose where we had late breakfast. He choose a traditional dish of double egg, fried plantain, cheese, salsa and frijoles (black beans), it did look good but I settled for a cheese and tomato roll. Then we became tourists.
There is always a great atmosphere in the town on a Sunday. Street sellers, balloons and bands. We stopped to watch one talented family, complete with traditional drums of turtle shell and a very competent young man wielding his sticks and maracas.
We thought we had bimbled in to a shop, the hall was covered in quilts. That took us past a stall with a huge array of carved wooden items – everything from a tiny nativity scene to a ten foot giraffe, that we were assured, would come to pieces for easy packing. This led to an enormous indoor market. We wandered around enjoying the colours, of course, every stall holder invited to buy something.
We bimbled in search of thank you cards to hand out when we leave school on Wednesday. We looked in a couple of fancy shop windows, one we had to walk through a garden to get to. Then we sat in Central Park for an hour watching the world go by, accompanied by a great band.
This lady was busy working – sitting on her right foot - on the hard floor. I’d manage that for about three seconds before needing significant help to get up, complete with a savage dose of pins and needles. Next we watched a lady taking a break from selling, she settled down to making a few more bracelets.
This little girl was following her sister and getting her first lesson in selling to the tourists. Bear had a new friend settle beside him. After being offered necklaces, bracelets, hair braiding, shoe cleaning, table cloths, tops, ice cream, baskets, hair ties, photographs, drawings, paintings, fruit and nearly the kitchen sink we did something very rash. We went for a steak.
We ate in a fairly swanky restaurant, with great views and for the first time ever, ordered a steak for two.
Bear’s platter, our pretty table flower and cloud watching
The company wasn’t too bad and as we left I couldn’t resist posing with the verbal advertisement
After our marvelous lunch and enjoying with a bottle of Chilean rose, it was time to become tourists again. En route to La Merced we actually saw a posh car, but once again reminded ourselves to look down before taking a step.
We walked past a lovely restaurant garden with a really nice fountain picture and yet another ruin
A great door bell and just when you are bimbling along minding your own business - a couple of tables walk past. The Scout Headquarters.
We will NOT miss the cobbles, a wonderful hat and some amazing clouds
The tables making good progress. We noticed the chap was carrying like a chap and the girl was carrying her load like her mama taught her.
After a bimble around La Merced and the adjoining convent ruins (own blogs) it seemed inappropriate not to slip across the road for a quick cocktail in our favourite haunt, the Luna de Miel. Time to go home and see if I can win at backgammon and Rummikub. Perhaps a little look at some verbs................
ALL IN ALL A FAIR BIT DONE
A GENTEEL DAY