We rendezvous with N+G and find a table at Idrovolante on a terrace overlooking the harbourside, for lunch. As we are eating, the market is packing away and once all of the items for sale have been loaded the vans turn into Transformers. The awnings which spread behind, in front and to the sides of the vans, at least quadrupling their areas, all fold like a complex origami puzzle into a box on the roof. One by one they fold up and drive off returning the centre of town to its normal views.
N+G go to the boat pier to do the boat trip we did yesterday while we go to find ice cream which we eat watching the boat set off.
The temperature has dropped a bit as we go back to site. Once there, Ali goes about the simple task of popping a couple jerry cans of water into the tank. The pump doesn’t work so we fiddle a bit but no luck. Our Dutch neighbour comes and offers us his spare one. We connect wires to it, then the plastic pipe then find the pump won’t fit into our jerry can. Another camper offers us a bucket. It’s a complete fiasco and we give up and return the items to their owners. In the end we get a few litres in using Nick W’s funnel.
Then we try to wind the awning in. None of the push button simplicity the market vans employ. The wind and slope have knocked it out of alignment and once again Mary*Lou is attracting an audience. Eventually Ali, Nick W and the Dutchman with his broom get it back into place.
Soon afterwards we all go up to the restaurant, inside tonight, for our last meal here. As ever the food is delicious and waiter, Andrea, sings as he works.
We say our goodbyes and return to the vans, very tired and very replete.
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