There's always some sort of informal market happening in front of my mosque. Sometimes it's cheese and bread, sometimes it's unpasteurized milk, and today it was fish and strawberries. I was going to buy some strawberries, but the guy started yelling at me when I took a photo of the buckets saying I had to pay him "eins Euro, eins Euro." The fish man didn't care. He just doesn't like it when I take photos of him (and I don't really like pictures of people, so it's not much of an issue). I bought my strawberries from my green grocer. They were good. I made jam with them.
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Sweets for the sweet, but don't spill the jam on that new suit.
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