This weekly market has been going on for centuries in a town called Revel. The produce was amazing! Fruit, breads, cheeses, flowers, vegetables....and a guy playing the sax! Saturday after Saturday...month after month...year after year....century after century. It's hard to get my mind around it, but I think the preciousness of it lies in the belief and faith that life goes on. Charming...poignant...precious....mundane...predictable and so sweet. Life. Life in a town in France.
If I close my eyes, I can imagine the smells, the sights, the sounds. I am there. Can you join me?