Street scene at farmer's market in Nice
- Flower Stall at Farmer’s Market in Nice, France
This was my favorite place in France. So many wonderful foods. If I lived there, I’d go every day and scarf up those cheeses, breads, seafood, fruits, spices and veggies. Oh, yumyum. You’re going to want to dive into the monitor screen when you see all the beautiful things to eat, and take home some fresh flowers to put on your balcony.
Geraniums
Flower stall
Candied fruit
Candied fruit
Dried fruit
Spices
Eggplants and peppers
Heirloom tomatoes
Tomatoes
White asparagus
French Breakfast radishes
Purple-striped garlic
Breads
Seafood
Seafood
Wow, what a feast for the eyes!
Oh my – what a feast for the eyes! And I can almost smell the spices.
Thanks, Villager. Hope things are growing well for you in Indiana.
The colors in some of these photos are amazing. I particularly like the radishes.
Thanks for sharing.
D.
Thanks, something new please. I visited your blog. Very nice creative writing. Disturbed, but I like it.
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I’m a sucker for anything fresh, I remember those French farmer markets in Paris, a bite of this and a bite of that was enough for me.
Hi Mac, I hope the photos brought back good memories for you.
Candied fruits, spices, tasty breads with obligatory cheeses…I’d forgotten how wonderful the French Farmer’s Markets are. It’s been years since I’ve been to one. They make ours pale in comparison. I seem to remember some had quite the selection of local meats too. That’s it…dinner time…I’m getting hungry!
Hi Clare. That food does look wonderful, doesn’t it? So nicely displayed, like they did it all for us photographers.
WOW! I have never seen baskets of spices like that- very cool! And the asparagus, and bread, and cheese……oh how my waistline would grow, lol!
Hi Kelly. Nah, your waistline wouldn’t grow in France. They walk everywhere.
Wow, have been enjoying your posts. The photos in this one are mervelously drool-induging, and the hip-hop tale had me rolling. I would LOVE to ravel with you, I bet it would be tons of fun. Shake it, baby!
The peaches, though, hurt me. That is the only bad thing about Maine.
Thanks, Ali. My husband gets a real kick out of being married to an O.G. Only, in my case it isn’t Original Gangsta, it’s Old Granny. Sorry about the peach thing. You can grow other things that I can’t, like maybe pears and cherries.