Singing In The Rain

While we were in Nassau, Dad took a day off to take us to Rose Island on the boat. The weather, however, had other ideas. It was bucketing it down. Proper deluge. So, instead, we decided to go down town and have a wander about the straw market, grab some lunch and generally mooch about.

The straw market was depressing, being completely devoid of anyone actually making anything. I remember it always had a high proportion of tat, but you used to be able to get handmade straw bags, and watch the ladies weaving bright straw threads into tropical flower and palm tree patterns. Very shabby chic. Anyway, it seemed all of the stallholders now spend their time flogging identical nasty Gucci and Fendi knock-offs.

We powered through the strawmarket pretty swiftly and ducked into Athena (a greek restaurant) for lunch. After a brief, unsuccessful go at sitting on the balcony (bit wet) we went inside. The waitress serving us had extraordinarily long hair, and Maia was convinced she was a princess. A lovely lunch later, we ventured out again.

We kept on getting rained on, and after a while, decided it was pointless trying to stay dry by ducking under canopies and archways. We decided to just wander about, getting soaked. Maia was fine with this until she got a great big splash of water on her new flip flops, and she started wailing.

Papi spun around and started singing "You Are My Sunshine" in his impressive baritone. So, we had a rousing chorus of that, followed by a round of Zippedy-Doo-Dah. Soaked, we got back to the car and made our damp way home across the raging floodwaters of Bay Street. So, no boat trip, but plenty of water.