I am always struck by the profusion of colors at the Sunday market.
The purples & greens...
....the yellows.... & reds.....
....& blues...
....there is such a mix of color everywhere one looks.
All so stimulating to the eye.....
.... each scene like a still life waiting to be painted.
And then back home again where an impromtue lunch unfolds with the morning's purchases.
I am going to miss this colorful Sunday morning tradition. Sadly this is my last Sunday market in France this summer. I am sure I will find myself daydreaming about it when winter comes but for now I am enjoying these last precious days as my stay winds down.
Because I know that these are what dreams are made of, I am linking this post to Paulita's weekly meme Dreaming of France.