We went to the market yesterday in Gelibolu. We arrived early, parked in our usual spot and strolled up the hill. It was windy yesterday, like most days. The vendors cover their tables with tarps and large umbrellas. There are guy wires, poles and anchors everywhere. This keeps things cool when it's hot and dry when it's rainy. It's just one more thing to watch out for.
The three children soon out distanced Cam and I. It wasn't particularly crowded; they were in and out of our sight. When they got to the end of the stalls, they turned around and we caught up to them. From then on we were within one or two stalls of each other. It was about then that Cam commented on the wind, the flapping tarps and wondered about the security of the tarp poles. I agreed. I'd been thinking the same thing.
On the backwards journey, down the hill, we focus on buying fruits and vegis, so we don't have to lug them up hill and down. At one stall Cam and I waited for the vendor to deal with a customer before we ordered our 4 kilos of potatos. Cam was in the midst of the transaction, when Nicole came to me and said that Sam had been hurt by a falling tent pole. He was behind me crying but upright when I turned. They'd been a couple of stalls ahead when the pole fell. He saw it coming and moved out of the way. It caught him on the ankle and didn't break the skin.