A number of varieties of perfectly plump tomatoes…
I love my life, my new city and its markets, but for the first time I actually felt like packing up and moving to France. I was positively green with envy. So much good food! And it’s like this every Saturday?
Marlon took home several small glass bottles of spice mixtures, including some labeled for specific uses like with omelettes, fish, and steak.
He was thrilled to find a stall specializing entirely in salts, and bought some black and pink Himalayan salts to add to our already-full spice rack at home.
We were getting hungry just strolling through the market, so we decided to split up and buy our lunch there. There were so many choices.
So many beautiful details, full of history and character.
Modern architecture can move and impress me, but I will always have a special place in my heart for old places and things.
We managed to squeeze in a quick visit to the Espace Van Gogh before leaving Arles. Formerly the main hospital of Arles, it was where Vincent Van Gogh was committed after infamously cutting off his ear.