We went to the market yesterday morning. It was the first time that my son went there and he was so excited. It's a pity that our market is closed and only is opened in the exterior. "But the building is o.k., why is it closed?" It was his comment, towards the disappointment of not being allowed to get in. He had to be satisfied with the coloring outside. Colors in the flowers, fruits and vegetables. A small sample of the real old market, it's true, but still an adventure to him. We brought flowers. "Mom, put fourteen flowers in the jar." He loves flowers and even if he has no clear picture of the quantities, he knows that fourteen makes a showy jar. I didn't count them. This is not even a jar but a bowl. But it made us happy.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010 - Going to the market
We went to the market yesterday morning. It was the first time that my son went there and he was so excited. It's a pity that our market is closed and only is opened in the exterior. "But the building is o.k., why is it closed?" It was his comment, towards the disappointment of not being allowed to get in. He had to be satisfied with the coloring outside. Colors in the flowers, fruits and vegetables. A small sample of the real old market, it's true, but still an adventure to him. We brought flowers. "Mom, put fourteen flowers in the jar." He loves flowers and even if he has no clear picture of the quantities, he knows that fourteen makes a showy jar. I didn't count them. This is not even a jar but a bowl. But it made us happy.
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