After a long time, I took the tram and it beeped and stopped.
It kept beeping.
The driver started fussing about. After a few minutes on the phone, everyone got off.
I don’t know what happened, but I laughed with the person next to me.
That’s how today began.
Just as we got off, there was the pottery shop I’d been looking for. There’s one near the Ciardo too, but this one has a different selection.
I’m glad my wife found a cup she likes. She’d been searching for ages.
Today’s my lucky day.
This shop called “BRUS” stocks lovely, simple pottery made in Portugal, so do pop in if you get the chance.
