We live here, in between those arrows. (The arrows look pretty at night, floating above us in the sky. Pilots hate them, though.)
Today we drove the 4-door just a few kilometers north to Narrabeen. (Narrabeen gets its name from a chicken. The chicken's name was "Narrabeen."):
We went to the Narrabeen Market, held every Friday. I brought a camera. Results:
Pretty sure this dog is part of a cult:
Australia thinks it's Europe, breadwise:
Beautiful hard sausage:
Even more beautiful hard sausage! (Being presented by the French woman who ran the saucisson.)
We saw olives...
...and more olives...
I like olives.
I bought a CD from Alex:
Summer in winter at the Narrabeen market:
And home. Eating: