To market, to market, to buy. . .

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Market fresh everyday--

I love the open-air markets! The freshest of fish, flowers and produce. Original fine handicrafts. Furs and hides to warm you from head to toe. Not to mention a people-watcher's paradise. My memories of market include observing a Greek man try to pick up on a Japanese tourist half his age If I buy you everything here will you be my girlfriend?, haggling with the vendors most delightedly, watching a boat pull up in the harbor and sell fish right off the ocean, walking past something I really wanted at least three times before I had the courage to go back and just buy it. Hearing Finnish, English, Japanese and a chorus of other languages along with the sounds of the sea--seagulls, ships and sailboats. Smelling the salt air and the fog mingled with the scent of fresh food and flowers. I wish I could've packed up all the sights, sounds, smells and tastes and bottled them up to bring a little back for all of you.










Can you guess which one is now sitting in my living room?
Geo--this one was just for you...



Really, who wouldn't want to try this guy's tomatoes?






Comments

LuckyRedHen said…
I guess the blonde one. LOVE the pictures! Thanks for posting them FINALLY :O)
9/10/06 8:47 PM
Millie said…
The one with the braids?

What are those funky green veggies? Something close to broccoli or cauliflower?

This makes me want to sew a bunch of stuff and sell it. :) Why, I don't know... I have a 3-foot tall mending pile to get through first...
9/10/06 9:53 PM
dalene said…
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!! Am I that obvious? I took her picture hoping that would do, but quickly realized it wouldn't. I still went back three times before I finally whipped out the VISA card and made a deal. Isn't she beautiful?

A picture post a day for the rest of the week--and I'm saving the best for last--so keep checking back. Thanks for reading!
10/10/06 8:36 AM
wendysue said…
I love markets like this. . .the flowers look divine and I especially love the picture of the woman with her bike and basket full of goodies from the market! Oh, and the older woman selling the homemade tiaras!! Fun!
10/10/06 8:50 AM
Sarah said…
I'm a total sucker for farmers' markets. We have one on our street every week and I always go needing nothing and coming back with something. You can't beat "fresh!"
10/10/06 10:42 AM
Geo said…
Man, that blows our little summertime park market completely away. *sigh*

And gorgeous yarn and needlefelting too! Now you're getting me where it hurts most . . . .
10/10/06 3:03 PM
Lyle said…
And I thought the Amazon had some funky looking food. Go Finland!
10/10/06 3:13 PM
dalene said…
Not meant to hurt dear Geo. Just wanted you to know I saw something beautiful and it reminded me of you.
10/10/06 3:53 PM
Girl con Queso said…
Luuuuuhhhhvvveee the market. What incredible photographs!!!
10/10/06 9:47 PM
La Yen said…
And tomatoes.
11/10/06 5:25 PM
Carina said…
I miss a good market (and a good accordion player.)
11/10/06 9:59 PM
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