Feira da Ladra

I was on my way somewhere else when I spotted the massive flea market, and me without a sister in the Old World.

The thing runs all day. My sisters would still be there, loading up on essentials. I looked at wool socks, old maps, ceramic tiles, and door knockers, but I had laundry on at home and didn't want to stay. I did buy a notebook, offering whatever coins I had in my pocket, which the guy took without looking. The notebook--soft, fake-leather black cover--fits in that very pocket.