A girl plays with a spray bottle, using it as a squirt gun. I try to ignore the first drops on my camera. But when it gets too be too much, I shoo her away.
Now I hear her playing nearby in some water. Which would be better, the containers of goldfish or the containers of peeled pineapple?
People are scrambling. Picking up tables and blankets. But they aren’t packup up. They all just move over about 10 feet. I am surrounded by all the vendors now. Before I sat apart at a polite distance, now I am in a place I’d never dare choose myself.
The flower lady and her girl sing a song together with hand movements. The tune sounds like Itsy Bitsy Spider.
