Sunday at the Market

The little food market down the hill is definitely where you wanna be on a Sunday.
They're all there. The butcher, and the bottler, and the fruit guy and the veggies guy. And the seafood counter, and the fishmonger and the cheese shop in all its pungency. And a couple of bakers - some more into bread, some more into pastries, and the chocolate shop and the little deli that sells overprices cooked food for those too lazy to cook or those without a proper kitchen.




So all you need to do is spend a few Euros here and there, and get yourself a wine-bread-cheese-ham-cake-more cake combo and head to the bottom of the market for an improvised picnic
And at the bottom of the market is the little (nameless I think) church. And outside the church, every Sunday, is the accordion guy who distributes photocopied lyric sheets to the crowd (most of them in their 70s, who just finished their church duties) and leads the cutest singalong you will ever see, anywhere in the world.


Tacky I know. But cute, and a great way to start your Sunday picnic with a smile.