Sometimes on a Sunday we go to this junk-and-bargain market.
Most people would probably prefer to go to "the mall"...
...but at "the mall" you can't get a proper sunburn on the back of your neck.
And at "the mall" you also can't buy a Scandanavian art magazine for R1
or a pair of brand new shoes with wheels in the heels for under R150
from a West African Muslim who calls you "my sister".
Or a slide projector for R50 from a scruffy old man
in a WWI khakhi jacket that's too tight for him.
And you can't get the same food!
Note the name of this establishment.
We didn't eat there.
This Chinese food seller doesn't even believe it is safe
to
breathe in this part of town.
Note the face mask.
Last Sunday we ran into one of our patent attorneys at the market.
I guess that means you are allowed to hang out there if you have a tertiary qualification and a regular job.