We went to the Saturday Market this morning for the first time. And I’m afraid, the last. We thought it would be more of a Farmers Market with a little bit of everything, including locals. Instead it was a place for gringo expats to try and earn a buck selling whatever it is they are good at cooking. Pulled pork sandwiches, cinnamon rolls, fruit smoothies, whatever. There really wasn’t anything wrong with it. It was just uninteresting.