Day 63. 113,643 words.
To cheer Wump up after her sad day yesterday (that is to say, Monday the 8th of January, 2018 since I am still writing this damn travelogue), we headed into Fremantle to take a swing at the Fairy Shop. A first swing, as it turned out, because as Boromir might have said, one does not simply go to the Fairy Shop for just one forty-five-minute shopping spree.
 Actual name The Pickled Fairy and Other Myths – some might recognise this shop, and its neighbour Ark of Joan as the inspiration for Karma Fairies (Crystals, Aromatherapy, Tarot, +acupuncture) in Bad Cow. What, you didn’t think I actually made all that shit up, did you?
Wump asked me to take a picture of this, just in case something cooler didn’t show up in the meantime so her grandmother could buy it for her for her birthday. I was going to take a photo of it anyway, just in case anybody ever tried to convince me that “girly” wasn’t a thing.
We also went for a visit to the Maritime Museum, which had a very cool exhibit on the naval evacuation of Pompeii. This was also an excellent opportunity for Wump and Toop to get into adorable Roman costumes.