I have been lucky enough in London and in my home town of Melbourne to have access to some fantastic markets. However I do question whether any market can compare to the markets in Provence. I spent this weekend in Aix en Provence with my friends Joyce, Huy and Miranda and we were able to catch the “big” market which is the largest in all of Provence. There was a lot of eating done over the course of the weekend, so much so that as I sit here typing this on Sunday night all that I can stomach for dinner is a piece of toast (highly unusual for me I promise).
To give you a flavour of the weekend here are some shots from the market.
The air was heavy with the scent of lemons while mandarins and oranges were in abundance, jostling for space on the market stalls. The fruit and vegetables shimmered and dazzled in the bright light of the Provencal morning sun showing how they had inspired so many artists.
There were Calissons stacked high (a local sweet which I will post more on later) tempting and teasing in their symmetrical arrangements.
We bought slices of Comte and parma ham to nibble on as we browsed the stalls and cursed our baggage restrictions. Perhaps a whole saussion could be squeezed on board via hand luggage?
Details: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday 9.30 -1.00, Place de Verdun, Aix-en-Provence, France