A cylinder for wrapping christmas trees, at the flower stand by the station, uses white plastic netting. From a distance the end of it looks like a spider's web from David Atenbourough's current tv programme Life in the Undergrowth.
Small, black olives, which you have to work at because they still have their stones, but are worth the effort for their rich flavour. Our neighbour Milo brought some back from France for us.
So dark are the red chrysanthemums (I mentioned the same variety the other day), that on this dank evening they reflect barely any light from the street lamps and become almost colourless. In a vase, in the darker part of the hall, they retain a mysterious core of darkness.