Everything was cold, in the most biting way possible.
It felt unbearably freezing.
The sun blazed and scorched are skin.
You know, I think the idea is great.
The fish market sits in narrow streets and is full of stalls with fish, vegetable and fried mussels.
A group of people are in line.
The pavilion has a small rock garden which is a classic of the genre.
Three women in army camouflage sitting in a half circle talking.
To be honest, I actually was starting to favor that.