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.