Several times now, Dan and I have found ourselves on the steps next to the Rhône, under the shade of the huge trees lining the street, and at the most magnificent farmer's market. The first time, we simply stumbled upon the market, but since then we have marked it on our mental calendars and have been sure to venture back. As you'd imagine, like any good French market there are booths full of dozens of varieties of cheese, stands selling cured sausages and raw meats, tables with flowers, vegetables, olives, breads, and cakes. It's actually turned into a really good way for both Dan and me to practice a little French, since some of the vendors don't speak much English, and even when they do, they seem to have the time and mentality fit for stopping to have a little conversation with two obvious foreigners.
The market, as I said, is right next to some steps that lead from the street down to the Rhône. So, after walking through the market Dan and I are sure to sit on the steps and eat berries, fruits, and breads, and watch the swans in the river below. What makes the market so amazing isn't just the variety in the types of fruits and cheeses, but the fact that every thing I have gotten there has just been delicious. The berries, which are much smaller than what we're used to finding at grocery stores in the US, are so sweet and delicious- it's really almost like eating candy. I don't know how long the market will keep on going as the weather becomes increasingly more and more cool, but I hope it never ends!
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| Dan selecting out some perfect French Nectarines |
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| So many delicious fruits and berries and cheese! |
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| This was the most perfect and delicious tiny strawberry I had ever had! |
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| We even went back in the rain! |
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| more berries than I could handle! |
