Hello everyone! I would like to start off by thanking all of you for your kindness regarding my last post and also for those of you that were so supportive about yesterday’s guest post at Tish Jett’s amazing blog, A Femme d’un Certain Age. For those of you that missed it, you can see it here.
Now, most of you might know that I avoid covering our markets in Arles like the plague even if they are some of the very finest in Provence. It is just too cliché! And I do try from falling into those traps but just like the allure of lavender, there are elements that are too beautiful to be denied. So a little mutiny against my own overly controlling captain. This morning as I strolled with my Sister through the market, the light absolutely caressed the veggies, bounced off the freshly baked loaves of pain and lit up the honey like stained glass.
Hoping that you all are enjoying the finest of your season, wherever you are…
Absolutely gorgeous images. (Oh, the fruits and bread… )
This is so beautiful! I wish I were there! Yes, we are enjoying our own garden's bounty! I'm actually making fig preserves in the morning! A true first for me! Love hearing about your life…it sounds amazing and I for one would LOVE to be at those markets but I understand if you live there it must be different! Thanks for sharing these gorgeous pics!
That honey looks like citrines to me. Amazing. And, did you have the professional photographer with you? Just beautiful, I can almost smell those peaches. xx's
Heather, your blog yesterday @ A Femme…was awesome. You have a brilliant way with words and also a joy to read. The difference between your Mutiny on the bounty and my long hidden ancestor's Mutiny on the Bounty, you know when its time to loosen up and check out the ripe tomatoes and melons. If only that infamous Captain had loosen the noose and let his men checked out the local tomatoes or breadfruits…lol…, he wouldn't have been afloat on a tiny boat in the wide deep Pacific. I'm hungry just by looking at those wonderful produce. A slice from one of those pain au…with honey, yummy.
Our season is so horridly hot this year that all our veggies are dropping, as I am. I would love to stroll around a market just like the one in your photos – no matter if it is too cliched.
Now Heather you have lead me astray with your title. Here was I, thinking you were going on a nautical trip somewhere, to the pacific perhaps! Visions of pineapples danced in my head.
So I chuckled when I see you are mutineering against yourself. And it is a bountiful supply of deliciousness. It's no wonder it has become a cliche, because it is so charming. Xx
Bread, honey, tomatoes (already! we won't see those here for a few more weeks) — Looks like heaven to me. Your post on A femme D'une…. was fabulous. One of the benefits of getting older is becoming more comfortable in your own skin.
And, I confess, I looked in the archives for The Sartorialist under "red hair" in case you were there. Don't think I found you though.
XXX
What Bliss! Roasted Garlic slathered across sliced Fresh Tomatoes that are shingled atop a thin slice of grilled Fresh Bread…all dressed with a drizzle of Olive Oil. A chilled wine, sunset, and the people (and dogs) you love humming around you.
Thank you for a lovely post! I am pleasantly satiated.
Hello Heather
Your words are enough to whet the appetite of even the most satiated viewers of markets in France
The bread looks delicious and so reasonably. I admore the reflected light on the melons, sheer magic
Helen
Well, I'm so happy that you decided to go against your own grain and take us to the market with you. Those tomatoes are a work of art and I can smell the peaches and melons from here. Missed your guest post yesterday! Must pop by check it out.
Happy summer Wednesday. Hope you and your sister have a glorious day. XO