Learning to use the buses.  We have five busroutes which pass the end of the street - about 100m away and we have only learned to use No7 which goes to the Municipal Market which is much like markets everywhere, a large warehouse building with the stalls inside along the walls being fruit and veg, dry goods and miscellaneous items such as shampoo, dogfood and plastic household goods,

The central space is occupied by marble slabs where seafood, fish, poultry, pork, beef and other meats are sold.  Each aisle is one kind of product and perhaps the "other" aisle is the most interesting, consisting, as it does, of offal, some recognisable, some not, goat meat, home made cheeses, strings of sausages and other bits I can only guess at until my Spanish improves.

There are apparently bus stops, but you actually just flag one down where you are and get off by moving to the front near the place you want to alight.  The fare is the same, whatever - 15c.

Like all buses, and these are luxury coaches with A/C, they have airbrakes, but none makes the gusty sigh I am used to.  Some growl like lions, others like angry canines.  Some cough like leopards, and yet others squeal  like pigs on the way to slaughter.  Coming up behind you, when you have not heard them, this can be quite frightening, especially after dark.