Spanish views from a small town

This morning my brother-in-law came by, asked me on a whim to come with him to Noia, and I said, fine. I had things to do, and going to Noia on market day had not been in my plans for months (if not for over a year), but I decided to do so, after my husband said he would start lunch himself.  I haven't been to Noia in a very long time. Some stores had changed as if from night to day, others were as if I had been there yesterday. There were plenty of people out and about, though not as many as on a regular Sunday. Most of them wore masks, though not all. I wore mine around my neck unless someone got too close, when I would pull it up. The market stalls tend to be set up down one street on the near side of the river, and on streets surrounding the marketplace on the other side, in the old section of town. Normally, it's very crowded, more crowded on the Sunday than on the Thursday, which is also market day in Noia.  Very few stalls were set up. In fact, they were only food...