Early morning outing on market day. Pass the park with the crow statue and note the young person with the pram who was there when we stopped a week ago. I say person because actually not sure of gender - and not particularly concerned - but now realise that my first assumption was female in large part because of the pram, a fairly inaccurate method of determining it. We first saw him or her - slim, perhaps thirtyish, jeans and t-shirt - on the steps outside Fehmi’s surgery. Stopped to peek inside the pram as one does and were startled to see not a baby but two small rabbits. There was a heavy jacket draped over the hood, which seemed slightly odd in the summer heat but we didn’t think a lot about it. Transferring pets from one home to another? Last week when we stopped to sit in the park there s/he was again - pram, bunnies, jacket and all. Took a photo from a respectful enough distance it had no pixel quality at all and then forgot about it. But here s/he is again in the same park.
On to the market. This time focused on cherries. Gives new meaning to cherrypicking. And not easy to do, either, with mask helping to fog my glasses so that judging ripe but not damaged difficult - and no easier of course without the specs, though less steamy. Cherry tomatoes and peppers, small jewel like 🍆 aubergines, halloumi (helim in Turkish), sesame bread, and a flat of thirty eggs. Thirty eggs seems like far too much, despite the man’s cheerful assurance they are farm eggs, but as well as the provenance they cost hardly any more than a half dozen at the shop. Nearly a catastrophe, as some eggs slide between the cardboard holder and its plastic cover. The whole works is inside One of our Cloth bags and impossible to sort out until we’re home so we’re reconciled to scrambled eggs for lunch - possibly a large bowlful. But we’re in luck. Only one broken egg.
As we pass the park the rabbit owner is still there, now lying sleeping on a bench. Homeless? Does seem probable. Have no idea whether there are homeless shelters here but can see that the rabbits, cute as they are, would be a bit of a liability. They were awake when we looked at them before but made no effort to escape. Reminding me of perhaps apocryphal stories of Romany infants in London drugged into quiescence as their mothers beg on the streets.
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