Souvenirs

I stumbled onto a flea market, and rummaged around stuff that probably belonged to dead people not so long ago. There was an amazing swarthy fellow, big and broad, unshaved with linen shirt and pony tail, nice open face and a kind way. Some ceramics had caught my eye and we entered into a broken conversation about Czechoslovakian porcelain. I thought he said 17 but he meant 70. You can guess the rest. I am now the proud owner of a fish. My fish. Apparently where the caviar comes from. And how about those soft focus girls!!! He threw in the hand made French lace out of sympathy I think, and said I could give it to my girlfriend or my mother.