Easter Saturday: Ibiza

Years ago, when we were kids, my dad would take us round to r gran's on Easter Saturday to collect our Easter eggs. All the way there we had it drummed into us to say "fish" when the old lady asked us what we'd had for our tea on Good Friday.


There was still a bit of religious reverence about in those days you see. That reverence still survives in staunchly Roman Catholic Ibiza and none are doing more to preserve that than the 'management' at local supermarket SYP.


Here's the meat counter today,

apart from a tantalising reminder of what meat looks like in that photo of some lamb chops, totally uncontaminated by meat. I bought some cod.