It's my first weekend at Bratislava, solo. Summer is back, with a vengence, with temperature soaring to well above 30 C. The Old Town was a hive of activity, with craft stalls selling local craft. These stall holders are licensed, and many wear a badge with their name on it.
Mr Flintstone making objects with ropes, e.g. hammocks. This was a character to behold, a bulky man with bulging biceps, dressed in an eye catching outfit, and had installed in his stall a beautiful, blond assistant to keep him fed and watered. A child was nosing around and carelessly knocked the displays over. Without a word, girl Friday sprang to action, signalled to the child's father, and together put the show back on the road.
Not the knitting you know. The art of knitting with wire has been developed into an art form of a high order. From this lady I bought a pair of earrings which is shaped like a narrow hibiscus with stamens. Other wire knitters have produced fantastically elaborate designs such as hats, castles, animals, etc. Tomorrow I will go and fetch a pair of dragon fly earrings which I have commissioned, and whenever I wear them, I will remember my first solo weekend at Bratislava.