Double A, Triple A – Fifteen for one pound
Fifteen Double A – One pound
So begins our Sunday mornings living on Cheshire Street. The battery man, as we have come to know him, starts his call at around 8:30am. Shortly after we start to hear Come and have a look – looking is for free
from the T-shirt shop next door, an eerie reflection of Arushan marketeers.
Opposite our front door the man who sells nothing but insoles has arranged his wares by the time we peep out the window (pictured).
The crescendo of voices builds – to some it is annoying, but for us it is a delight.
