If there are any better markets than a French one, I have yet to see and visit it.
I’ve been to markets all over the world, but I do think there is something special about a French Market. I really love them.
Is the basket that everyone seems to carry? Including me. Thank you Margaret.
Or maybe it’s the music wafting around as you browse the stalls.
Or the heavenly smelling fresh bread.
Or the beautiful French girls waiting on the thirsty.
Whatever it is, it works. The markets were packed but there was room for all and lots of smiles.
Perfect to buy all your ingredients for a beautiful salad lunch washed down with a Provence Rose.
Life is sweet.