Saturday and down to the market. Second week that the man who sells the nuts and dried fruit isn’t here. Ask a couple of the other vendors about him but they don’t seem to know, though one - the woman who sold us the olive oil two weeks ago - says that the fee for the stalls has been raised to 200 Turkish lira, so that could be the reason. Our guess is that it isn’t, though. That’s €6 (£5, $8.75 CAD) and he always seemed to have plenty of customers. Buy tomatoes at another stall for the same price as at the supermarket, but they’re nicer looking.
On the way home stop as we’re passing the supermarket to get bread. Can smell it baking as soon as I walk in the door. It’s still in the big oven, but as I ascertain this the oven timer dings and the girl comes to take the loaves out. Zeytinli? I ask. With olives? And yes, the sourdough baguettes are the ones with olive. And she gives me two - oven hot and fragrant. So, early lunch on the patio with the bread and humus and J’s avocado spread and cheese.