So there we were, Miss A and I, ready to go into market battle. I had a heater on my mind but it really was rather warm and within 50 metres I’d found some retro-style macramé plant hangers that I simply had to have and had forgotten about my need to combat the coldness in my house completely. A little further around the bend I found some vintage Italian leather boots that were très chic and indeed my size, although they were way too high for me to actually walk more than about five metres in. Sold! They’d look fantastic on my feet as I sat in my cold apartment beneath my new plant hangers.
In the next aisle, I stumbled across a man selling all types of paperback novels in English. There was no rhyme or reason to the selection on offer – it was as if he owned an Airbnb or boutique hotel and was offloading all the books his varied clientele had left behind. Now, I know if you live in a city, books (in your own language) are everywhere. But here in Ibiza, it’s rare to find actual books that you WANT to read. And yes, I know, I know, with Kindles and iPads and the internet and all that, every great literary tome ever written can be at my fingertips – literally – within seconds, but it’s just not the same as turning pages in a book. Call me old fashioned – and quite possibly a sucker, because I bought quite a few different titles without even reading the back covers. But at 2€ a pop… you can’t go wrong!