To market, to market, to buy. . .

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.























Comments
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...
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!
And gorgeous yarn and needlefelting too! Now you're getting me where it hurts most . . . .