I adore the markets in France. What more can I say? I am completely and utterly transfixed from the moment I “land” among the colorful booths and am immersed, once again, in the French language. Some one asked me today what is the one thing, above all others, that I like so much about going to France. The questioner is a new acquaintance (she is my trainer at the gym…) who doesn’t know me very well.
The first thing that came to mind was “the opportunity to hear and speak French”. But it’s more than that. It is the opportunity to be immersed in another culture; the chance to see the world from a different perspective; the moments to see and internalize the colors, the details, the visual cues from a culture off-center from the one in which I live.
I feel an adrenaline rush as we get ready to land at Charles de Gaulle airport. There is that brief moment of “oh- no- I- have- to -speak- French-now- and- it’s-going -to -be- such- an -effort” which is quickly replaced by “YES, this is it!” It happens every time I go over and I never, ever tire of it.
So, on to the market.
The colors; the details; the smells: it was a wonderful day indeed.
|This was it: L’art de Vivre.
Oh, there’s more… lots more to tell. Now that I’m home, and busier than ever, it will be a few more days until I can write another “story”! But it’s coming: I promise. The places I went, the people I met, the cooking class I took: I’ll show you all of them!