Farmers' markets fascinate me. The idea that a kind of society has grown up linking urban dwellers with food growers and producers. The weekly markets have drawn me since I first learned of the one at Arlington's courthouse area several decades ago. So as I began to read about the organic market on Blvd. Raspail in France, and realized that it is almost next door to the familiar apartment, I promised myself that I'd find it. And this summer I persuaded my friends that it would be a treat. Just a few blocks from where we were staying.
What follows are a series of photographs that I took in late June this year.
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| my friends, from right to left: Barbara, Debbie, Ashley, 3 generations, 1 family |
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| fetching veggie presentation |
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| these are all soft cheeses |
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| "try this fresh apricot" |
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| many sizes and varieties of honey |
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| a delight to lovers of confiture (that's jam, to Americans) |
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| someone with a refined sense of style and order did this |
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| no, despite my love of charcuterie, I bought nothing here |
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| My thought on taking this pic: Ham and Eggs, anyone? |
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| olives, artichoke hearts, peppers, garlic cloves, cheese . . . |
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| hothouse roses |
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| She has a very large shopping cart. |
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| apple juices (not cider, which would be alcoholic) |
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| on the right: two cider vintages: 2010 and 2008 |
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| Arlington's market does not see such elegance |
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| the Jack Daniels sweatshirt made one feel more at home |
