Walking to the market

On Saturday morning we often go to the market. The best way to go is by bicycle, but I cannot go on the bicycle yet. So, mama walks, I ride and Ces
cycles. She has a meandering way of progressing, so by-passers have to fend for themselves.


Today is a nice warm day, I lay without my blanket. We have to wait for the bridge to close, so we cross. We are sometimes wondering if the bridge is more open than closed.