Every Saturday morning from mid-April through October, our town holds a French Market. And just about every Saturday during those months I head downtown for fresh bread, flowers, fruits, and vegetables. It is a treasure and a treat.
And it's not bad that I live just a few blocks from the French market, so on really nice Saturdays when I have lots of extra time, I will walk down there, grab a Starbucks on my way, and just stroll through, enjoying all the handmade jewelry, the exotic olives (even though I would never in a million years buy any), the delicious coffee which is roasted right here, and the lovely Carmelite nun who brings her yummy croissants and other delicacies with her every week.
One more great benefit to the local French market: catching up with friends. This morning we probably saw ten people we know. On other mornings, we will bring the Wonder Dog along with us, and she'll help us make new friends. It's a real community event.
This morning, Kate and Maggie came with me for our first foray to the French market, and we came home happy girls with lots of goodies to keep us healthy and well-fed all week. I thought you'd enjoy some pictures of our trip.
This is the donut booth where they actually MAKE the donuts right there. This morning they were giving free samples of warm donuts sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Guess what's for breakfast tomorrow!
Lots and lots of fresh tomatoes on the vine this morning.
One thing we buy every week--it's our Saturday lunch--Pretzel Bread. Mmmmm.
This is a picture of everything we bought this morning. We'll be eating well this week, don't you think?
So tell me, do you have any Saturday traditions?