We walked up the Gran Vie, a wide road, and then headed south through some narrow alleys back down to the Mercado de San Miguel.
In the market, we sampled some goodies. First was various stuffed olives. I had one stuffed with cheese, and one with prosciutto, and then about five mixed olives on a skewer stick. Jean had an olive stuffed with anchovies, also a gurkin stuffed with tuna. She also had black olives and a couple of pickled onions on the side. We had sangria to go with this. Next, Jean and I had mozzarella, which was really soft, creamy mozzarella. Mine had blueberries on top, while Jean had rocket and balsamic glaze. I then hunted down the three-inch long oysters I spotted last night, and had just one. It was the best grade. A freshly shucked oyster from the Atlantic. I also had a fruit salad.
On nearly arriving back at our hostel, a group of African vendors of fake bags etc spotted the cops approaching, and they take only two seconds to pack up their material in a sack which, when unpacked, serves as a display surface (see pic below). One of them noticed me snap a photo. I just smiled and waved.