One Saturday morning, while I was in Saint-Tropez, I ventured for a stoll to the central market. This area is called the Place des Lices and can be a busy area in the summer. I went in search of people watching, specifically the old men playing boules. Instead I discovered the Saturday Market, the place where the locals can grab fresh herbs, spices, and vegetables in a flea market setting.
I ventured across the street into the Place, wary of the many Mercedes, Bentleys, and Ferarris that were parading from around the corner in a steady stream. The Place des Lices was filled with tents and walkways offering the most amazing sights, sounds, and smells. I was so glad I remembered a bit of French from my high school years, because this came in handy at this market, where most of the vendors only spoke the native language.
Walked down the aisles, I noticed the colorful display of spices and the many fresh vegetables laid out on tables.
A delicious smell tickled my nose, and I followed it around a corner to one of the booths, finding a gorgeous pan of paella in progress.
I continued my stroll, sampling a croque monsieur before getting down to the serious business of shopping. The wind traveled through the market with a gentle breeze, blowing the tablecloths hanging nearby. It was a beautiful sunny day that felt like a dream.
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