Wallflower

We braved it down the mountain to find Soller strangely quiet, most of the town I'm sure nursing headaches after the celebrations of the night before. The supermarket was, however, invaded by the French. Families returning to their home town from 100 years ago, thanks to the orange trade. It was good to see the money coming back, though some of my compatriots in the queue were moaning because they haven't been working for 10 months. I wanted to say, be quiet, let them spend. We need it... I kept schtum like these flowers.