Ventimiglia has a big market on Fridays...a huge block by block market. I picked up S. and we went. There was terrible traffic. The minute you get into Italy, everything changes. Things start looking shabby and people get overheated in traffic. There was a lot of traffic.
Some of the sights and occurrences...
-There was a very aggravated stone/gem dealer that was so angry and aggravated that I don't know how he can sell anything with his attitude. I think he is confronted with people that thought the stones were plastic..."Not Plastic!)....
-S and I had a nice sing a long to the song Que Sera, Sera, What Ever Will Be Will Be, accompanied by an Italian Accordion Player.
- a mini pincher that stared at people to get eye contact. He had some teeth showing when he closed his mouth. He just stared until he got eye contact. He was so small. You had to be looking down to even see him.
-If you listened around you, there were many different languages being spoken, You are in Italy, but people speak French and Italian..it's confusing. I think the sellers try to guess your language...I got a bunch of testing Bonjours to which I replied Buenasera! All around you could here, Brits, Russians, Germans, and many other people from elsewhere.
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| For S? ( K.G?) for a prom? |
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