I arrived inside the clean morning light,a chic vagabond wayfarer whose senses were greeted with fine acoustic sounds.
Hidden within were many eager feet shuffling throughout the lane-ways.An ever persistent search for hope maybe discovering that rare trinket and sapid morsel.
And so the market begins….
An amalgamation of food and music tossed into the throng of participants.Torn asunder by the rabid wolves.Which further stimulates the staggering horde.An orgy of souls drunk on bargains, hungry for culture.
Delight finds a home on the faces of the crowd,encasing them like a warm winter veil.
Steam and smoke attempts to capture the cold winter sun already betraying his intentions to escape westwards.
Fresh cuts,hard cheese and flowing wine exposed for consumption.Long lines at the food stand….
Shoes,hats assorted goods fresh fruit,french fudge,wheels of cheese
Old ladys huddle over newly found goods swooping down viciously pecking at the precious Gems then turning to take flight .Plastic trolley wheels bouncing wildly behind on the cobbled stones.The Market teases me she always has,the more she wants the more I give.Hunger never sated she is forever hungry.
The quarter has it all
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