Winter morning

'Twas another cold one here in the deep-ish south. After rescuing my scooter after it had been beaten up in the night (someone threw it out of its park and onto the footpath...) I went down to the wonderful wonderful market again. I am yet to get a blip that actually gives a glimpse of the great atmosphere there. I just feel silly.
I didn't manage to find any more artichokes for soup, after the last one mysteriously disappeared without a trace. I bet it was my mother's partner on an rampage like the time he threw out most of the fridge magnets.

Why the artichoke? I did get a swede however.