Missed my swim in order to go to the fishmarket early this morning, it being Saturday. It was truly a sight. I'm glad that the colors cook out of the fish, for I never could eat one of those gorgeous creatures—it would be like eating a humming bird. There is surely a Bedlam of tongues there, and a medley of garb. I could scarcely get Jack away.
After that we browsed in the Oriental part of town—in queer little Chinese and Japanese shops where they sell everything on earth that Chinese or Japanese eat or wear or look at, and a lot of things that wouldn't seem to be intended for either purpose. I bought so many little contraptions that Jack had to drag me out of the district by main force in order to keep car-fare in his pocket, he said; but, after all, we had lunch down town and then, just for fun, took a carriage back to the hotel, driving out the Ala Moana along the beach almost all the way, instead of by the usual route. It was lovely.
Played bridge in the evening.
