Almost fail to spot a largish snail on the sidewalk on our way to the Saturday market. Super specimen. Maybe four inches long with horns and a shell that provides good camouflage on the stony pathway.
Run into Criegan here for his Saturday morning coffee cum breakfast. We don't eat now but do buy two Chelsea buns (baked this morning by a woman who obviously gets up much earlier than we do) as well as a loaf of rye bread with walnuts. And collect a litre of local olive oil brought in for us by Karen who runs the animal rescue book stall.
Having seen the close up view of the snail on the way down, we stop to look at the distant view of the village on the way back. Our attention drawn by an enormous pillar of white smoke. No idea what the source is but it’s white enough for a papal announcement so probably pretty innocuous.
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