Popped into our local market, inevitably bought more than intended. I never tire of shopping at the farmers market. Every sense is touched as I wander around, putting together menus in my mind and watching them take shape in my basket.
These pictures are from a market I adored this summer; small and modest. Locals selling their goats cheese, or a few gladioli from their own garden, and children learning the best way, the very french importance of good food.
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