
Our breakfast, Shira
Then we walked around the bazaar looking for pants for Volchy. Pants are a problem here: there are lots of jeans, but almost none like the ones we needed. They’re all kind of silly — either too thick, or with elastic at the bottom, or too short. It was very hot, and we went back home.
In the evening, we finally bought pants, the best-fitting ones we had seen. They had elastic at the bottom, but Volchy somehow ripped it out, and they turned out quite fine.
