Saturday is market day and shirtsleeves weather. Actually it would have been shirtsleeves weather on earlier occasions if it hadn’t been crazy windy. Blossoms coming out on trees we haven’t yet identified and the air is perfumed.
Honey from the honey lady again. Ours had lasted but only just. She is also the woman we get the eggs from. Apologies that there aren’t many left and some are small so she adds a couple of extra. Not planning to bake with them so size no real problem. J picks up an iron for 50 lira (€1.44, £1.23, $2.12 CAD). Couple of scratches and the plug is European but well worth the gamble.
Stop at our little supermarket on the way back. Small parking strip in front and a tractor pulls in next to the cars. Actually not particularly unusual to see a tractor driving down the road in the village. And happily there are simits baked this morning. Would love to be able to figure out the baking schedule in the store, especially for simits and sourdough olive bread, but don’t have anything like enough Turkish to ask - and in any case suspect there is no schedule.
Home to eat the simits for a late breakfast. And to find that the iron works.