A beautiful, market-going basket, with the handy double straps (one for your shoulder, one for you hands) and a nice flat bottom for setting down while picking up more lovely things to go in it.
But I made do this morning with a handy little nylon bag that zips into a pouch, a gift given to me before my last extended stay in Europe when I lived in Spain for the summer back in 1999. It has held up admirably, and will do till I convince Alan that I must have a basket. The fact that all the locals have one is not enough of an argument for him.
Alan’s market project took us to L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue, a town just a little farther west than our departure point for yesterday’s hike (and a little down river!). We didn’t go anywhere in town but the market, but that in its self covered a good part of the downtown area! We kept walking down street after street, with both sides lined with vendors wherever possible. The market officially started at 9am, as most all the markets do, and we arrived very shortly thereafter. Later on the crowds became so thick you could hardly walk, with locals and tourists stopping to shop and talk and enjoy the morning sunshine.
|I really wanted to buy some doorknobs.|
|I haven't gotten brave enough to buy cheese at the market.|
|Not that I will buy any, but the meat all has |
funny outsides - like the cheese!
|I wonder if they'd sell me the spoon too?|
|Not sure what some of these are? Besides the prunes.|
|Licorice sticks - like, the actual stick! |
What does one do with them?
|I now only want fresh pasta - it was so much better!|