IT TOOK LONGER TO FIND a park than it did to drive to the beach. We finally found one on the far side of the car park. Hand in hand, we wandered over to inspect the stalls.
Matt stopped to look at the leather stall. He turned to me, a twinkle in his eye. “Do we need a whip?”
“Absolutely not.”
“What about one of these?” Matt brandished a wooden rod with a taxidermied crocodile foot attached to the end.
“What on earth is that?”
“A back scratcher. Here, try it out” Matt reached towards me, wielding the chunk-of-dead-reptile-on-a-stick.
“Eeee! Get that thing away from me! That’s disgusting. Who would buy one of those?”
Grinning, he placed the claw back on the table, and we continued strolling down the aisle.
I raised my voice to be heard over the live music. “Wanna check out the food s
