Yesterday I had the wonderful idea of going to
Paddy's Markets. I had two reasons for going, the first of which was to get a new phone cover, I have recently acquired an iPhone 4 (I know, I'm a bit behind the times on this one) and wanted to funk it up a little, make it 'mine'. Secondly, I wanted a good opportunity to practice with my brother's camera which I have been borrowing since the demise of
Sophie.
With this idea and my two goals in mind, I got up early, well, early for me on a Saturday anyway, and headed out, took a few photos on the way, which I've
shared previously and promptly missed this train.
Presently, there was another one along, I managed to catch, that in time deposited me at Central Station from which I walked down to the markets. From that moment on however, I failed. Failed in my attempts to find the perfect case for my little phone, and failed in taking any good photos in the markets. I could blame the vendors, I suppose, for not having any cases I found attractive and for not letting me take pictures (which is a very anti-tourist attitude I might add) or I could blame the fluorescent lighting that gave everything an unnatural pallor and bounced off every single even slightly reflective surface in the place, but I won't.
Instead, I will just sigh. The best laid schemes
of mice and men, go oft awry.
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