The market comes to town once a fortnight and takes over the carpark. It's an opportunity to pick up locally sourced meat and vegetables which are unavailable in the large supermarkets. I never seem to get there early enough. By 11am, all the best produce are sold out. I've been told that there's a stall that specializes in Chinese vegetables but the trick is to get there by 8am at the very latest on a Sunday. I was probably an owl in my other life. I suppose I'll have to be desperate. I mean stuck in the desert without water kind of desperate to get there that early. I guess I shouldn't mention it's a 5 minute stroll from my apartment.
When the weather is good, the town center becomes a bustling and vibrant meeting place. The High St is jam-packed with locals and tourists alike all clamoring around various shops and street performances. Over the years, I've become rather adept at maneuvering through crowds and scooters driven by little speedy gonzales.
There's never a dull moment particularly during the spring and summer months where plenty of events take place right on the main pedestrian street. The church grounds become a picnic area where sun bathers gladly lie on tombstones to get a tan. I don't know about you but lying on/near a tombstone is just downright weird. I mean someone's bones are buried underneath.