Today was an exceptionally fun Clarence Shepard Day Jr. for me because it was the day that the openhanded open air fiera ( fair ) come to Rapallo .
The fiera , which includes almost 500 merchandiser booths , is strung out all along the waterfront , and several of the streets closest to the shoreline are close down to traffic and fill with Booth . Along the river there are about fifty agricultural booths selling grape vine , fruit tree and an mixture of different glasshouse merchandise .
I was at the fiera by 8 a.m. and by 8:30 a.m. , I had already purchased a fresh cumquat and two cherry trees and carted them home on my scooter . By 9:30 a.m. , I was back at the fiera taking a walk around with my wife . At 11 ante meridiem , I walk around a spot with Richard , my friend who has a small farm up on the hill , and then as usual I enjoyed a red-hot sausage and pepper sandwich at one of the booths that boast enormous whole joint pigs .
The joke among the local anaesthetic is often about how the fiera is a dependable space to get new underwear . There are in fact an amazing amount of underclothes booths selling everything from panache from the nineteenth one C to substantially more kittenish wear .
The fiera is fairly crowded , and the swarms of betray people clog the aisle make it difficult to take the air around . There are a lot of people talking loudly , kids screaming , dogs barking and XII of the booths are occupy by salesmen outfit with microphones who are enthusiastically and loud demonstrating the late food slicers , cooking pan , window cleansing agent , and even fancy pruning shears .
It can be either exciting or exacerbating , and the conniption is in the main one of an orgy of consumerism . I did my part and found a dyad of not bad rucksack for only five euros each , but I did not find the big booth marketing work glove .
regrettably , my wife and I also learned that the Tuscan manufactory that make the old - fashioned rustic pottery that we use in our home has shut down , so we were ineffectual to substitute our stop dishes from this year . I suppose we ’ll have to start looking around in some of the upcountry vale to locate some stores that still have stocks of these charming bag .
My wife and I ate tiffin at 3 p.m. , and I receive the news show that my mother - in - jurisprudence had extract a desire for a pot kumquat for her own terrace garden . That ’s great news for me , because I usually have trouble think of appropriate gifts for her . So , I skip on my sea scooter again and made yet another trip-up down to the fiera and bring home another tree . What a fun mean solar day !
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