I smiled at her and wished her “Bom Dia.”
She acknowledged me with a brief smile, then averted her eyes and started adjusting an already perfect display in front of her.
There was no Honey. But that was OK. Every other stall in Miranda’s small square had Honey on it.
She had Cheese.

I took one of the tidbits on offer from a small dish. It was delicious. I also tried one with herbs, and this too, was superb.
She was watching me, a little shyly.
I gestured to the cheeses. “Delicioso.”
She nodded, and in perfect English said. “They are both home-made.”

I was a little surprised. Her accent wasn’t Portuguese, more North-European, but her looks were dark, Mediterranean.
“You speak English,” I said. “but where are you from?”
A blush had started on her neck, and was spreading up into her cheeks. Again she shuffled items on the table in front of her.

“In general, or in particular?” she said.
I laughed, and her blush deepened.
“OK.” I said. “I’d like one of each of these.” I pointed to the cheeses.

She wrapped up the cheeses, and I paid, putting the purchase in my shoulder bag.
She stood, just watching me, saying nothing.
I smiled and said. “Ate logo.”

There was no reply, her eyes still on me as I turned and left.