It is Sunday morning & my French friends will be going to the market inSt. Antonin. I love this tradition. Every week, rain or shine, the cobbled streets of this small town come alive with stalls of fresh produce, artisanal breads & cheeses, wines & pâtés, olives, herbs, spices, & more. The bountiful array of goods is a beautiful sight indeed & the profusion of smells & colors is exhilarating. But it is the congenial atmosphere that I love best. I love the friendly conversation with the merchants, who over the years one comes to know. I love to hear happy greetings of neighbors & friends as they stop to chat & say "Bonjuor". Certainly the freshness of the food is wonderful. But it is not only that the strawberries & melons were picked that morning, or that the bouquets of flowers still have dew on their faces, or that the eggs, still warm, sit in a basket of straw. It is the sense of connectedness. The Sunday market in St. Antonie offers a simple connection that nurtures both body & soul.
Having recently relocated to Charleston SC, it seems that I am now all over the map. I have left my home & studio in Boston for warmer climates but will continue to visit often. Summers are always spent in a tiny village in the southwest of France. So I am indeed between here & there. I am happy to have you follow along.
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It is Sunday morning & my French friends will be going to the market in St. Antonin. I love this tradition. Every week, rain or shine, the cobbled streets of this small town come alive with stalls of fresh produce, artisanal breads & cheeses, wines & pâtés, olives, herbs, spices, & more. The bountiful array of goods is a beautiful sight indeed & the profusion of smells & colors is exhilarating. But it is the congenial atmosphere that I love best. I love the friendly conversation with the merchants, who over the years one comes to know. I love to hear happy greetings of neighbors & friends as they stop to chat & say "Bonjuor". Certainly the freshness of the food is wonderful. But it is not only that the strawberries & melons were picked that morning, or that the bouquets of flowers still have dew on their faces, or that the eggs, still warm, sit in a basket of straw. It is the sense of connectedness. The Sunday market in St. Antonie offers a simple connection that nurtures both body & soul.
ou lovely. I wanna go. the sense filled. beauty surrounds. life is good.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing the lovely photos. In a perfect world i would be doing my weekend shopping in a marked like that! Tres bon!
ReplyDeleteYour blog is also a beautiful place to travel, love your dreamscapes...
and your kind words on my blog is much appreciated!
Thanks for these precious photos and the words to go with them. I'd love to visit but,...well, like is there a Walmart there?
ReplyDeleteAhh... a French market...heaven!
ReplyDeleteGreat photos. Did you take them? When will you be heading back there?
ReplyDeleteit looks like a paradise to me!! Lovely color of fresh vege and fruits, so nice.
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