Oh how I miss the market!
Every Wednesday morning come rain or shine (O.K. - maybe not so much rain, but definitely shine) I hauled out the rolling caddy and basket and headed for our local market.
The fresh produce, vibrant flowers, stinky cheeses, roasting chickens - they all make for a delightful kaleidoscope for the senses. I inevitably bought way more
produce than two people could eat and could usually find a few little indulgences that shouldn't be passed up.
Here we have olives, olives and more olives.
Sunday we made our way over to Divonne - a town just across the border in France - and walked
through their market. It was wonderful!
We've tried to capture a few of the things that make the market such a unique experience . . .
I won't try to label the pictures because the words don't seem to match up, but I will say that the vendor I was talking to was selling honey made from all different varieties of flowers from the area.
The produce is always displayed in such a way that it looks like art work!
After walking around we stopped for a cafe in a brasserie. Analise, who had been sleeping, woke up to join us. Looking around at the other patrons we saw a variety of Sunday morning beverages - coffee, yes, but also red wine, beer and champagne.