A missing child, lost glasses, and vegetable sales to pensioners (Rousse)

After our happy day on the beach R and I walked up the grassy dune and over the hill back to the village – where I lost her, and my glasses.

Her mother K didn’t seem terribly concerned. The village was small and safe and R was bound to find her own way home. So I put all my efforts into finding my glasses. I was astonished at how many spare pairs I discovered lying around all the cafés and bars. I didn’t find my own pair, but I realised that I knew where I kept an old set of rimless Oakleys, so I wore these instead.

Then I went to the market to watch S and NY sell vegetables to pensioners on coach tours.

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