A most pleasant week of consuming quality fayre and fine wines. One is, however, starting to feel a tad jaded. Perhaps a swig from the hip flask will liven things up once the market has been open for half an hour or so.
One notes a distinct lack of food banter over the festivities. One also notes too much rubbish and football mud-slinging going on. I thought it was supposed to be a game for gentlemen played by thugs.