Tuesday, July 26, 2011
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.
(perdon)
(perdon)
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.
Amanda xx
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11 comments:
Beautiful! Are those chanterelles? Oh how I miss them so!
Love this post! You are all having such an amazing time together as a family, cherish it - I know you will ;) (first time I've commented, but I LOVE YOUR BLOG!)
Wow. What else can I say? Looks like you are having the most amazing time. Enjoy every minute! (we miss you)
Loving your postcards! Everything looks so magical. And look - they even wear Crocs in the Pyrenees!
Family bonding in the market that's so cool.Love every single of your blog.
@Maria Yes! But I had to Google to find out they're 'golden chanterelles' - known here as giroles. They grow wild - prolifically with all this rain! Yum :)
@Beck Thank you so much, Beck! What a lovely comment ... you've made me smile :)
@Renee Treml We miss you, too!! xx
@Steph Bond Hutkin (Bondville) I know ... and everytime I see them I feel like going up and saying 'hey - do you realise my sister lives 5 minutes away from that factory??' But then I remember my French is no way that good. And it's not really useful information anyway ...
So I smile and (probably) say 'perdon' and shuffle by :)
Beautiful! Loved all the pictures :) I REALLY want to have a small vacation in a place like this!!! :(
Those are fresh vegetables.
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