This Father Majestic guy comes
over from the church - old guy -
salivating on his cassock. He looks
over the lettuce, and just like a
carnivore, shows a total disdain.
He'd rather eat rabbit, the Easter
hare. I'm watching the lady with
the eggplants and eggs. She's got
both, cackling, 'If one's not right,
the other then is!' Lucky I know
Romanian. Majestic laughs, and
goes away. At the other end of
these market tables there's a
tussle. Two lads, kids about
fifteen or so, fighting already,
over a girl.