It’s windy here. The seagulls even have trouble flying in it . In fact it is so windy that Sharon had her knickers blown completely away today. No, it is not what you are thinking. Her modesty was kept intact at all times. She had done some washing and put things out on our rooftop terrace overlooking the square and when she came back, two pair of her underwear had flown away in the breeze, lost.. Lots of people wear funny hats here. Don’t get me wrong. I like them. I’ve even bought two of them myself. But when we were looking for her knickers, I’m sure that fellow down in the square had a hat that looked suspiciously like a pair of target briefs on his head.
There’s a lot to like about this windy little town on the coast and we’ll take away some good memories for our short stay. A talented young man who showed us his timber workshop at the back of his shop where he gave us a demonstration of how he makes inlaid timber boxes; the two fishermen sitting in their small blue boat who chatted to me about their town and how it was for them to be fishermen of many generations; the happy hawkers harassing us with their hash cookies, “These ones, Sir, are Ha! Ha! cookies but these dark ones are stronger, “Haa-aaaaaaah! Haa-aaaaaaah! cookies”; the old white-coated barber in the market who gave me a haircut and shaved my neck with a cut throat razor, inserting a new blade before making a couple of nicks around my hairline, the blue boats in the harbour; watching the sun set from Taros’ rooftop drinking beers, listening to the band wrapped in thick woollen ponchos waiters hand out to keep patrons warm.
We spend too short a time in some places. Tomorrow, a drive down the coast to Taroundannt.