Mercadillo

It is Thursday. I itch to explore, an itch that started upon discovery of Sevilla´s weekly flea market, mercadillo. Flowing along Calle La Feria for several blocks, it tempts with antiques, junk, clothing, and a shell game for gullible souls. Nothing daunts Sevillano drivers. Shouts and whistles pass back and forth to steer a delivery van as it backs clear of the tangle. The non-emergency ambulance trying to pass through, ¿quien sabe?







As elsewhere in Sevilla, construction projects carry on.



The tempations are many but I spend only 2 euros for a book with illustrations by Maurice Sendak and a photograph of two young sevillanas dressed for fiesta.