Postcards from the Pyrenees: The Universal Language of Markets
boites de carrotes, pomme de terres, and cerises. the exchange of coins/bills/smiles. my bag heavy with tomates et aubergines et courgettes et myrtilles sauvages, I squeeze through the crowds of people.
Though my photos are strangely quiet, the market is busy, and noisy. Children clamber for rides on merry-go-rounds, paella steams away in a wide cauldron, dogs tug at leads.
And then, we take our bounty home. Through pretty little places, to our wood-beamed cottage.
We take stock, we make plans. We eat.
We dream of green mountains and cobbled streets and vast gardens. We live.