This Saturday Marché Gloriette was different - stalls weren't in the same places they have occupied for the past two weeks and the walkways were more crowded than normal. And there I was in the middle of it all, feeling more uncomfortable with each brush of a passing person. There are no pardons here as people shuffle past one another.
Eventually I make the startling realization that I haven't moved in a few minutes. I will my feet to start moving again and follow the general flow. This led to a section of the marché that I've never really explored before.
The layout of the market is normally divided in two: the vendors selling foods occupy a large L-shaped area while the vendors selling shoes, clothes, and various other objects occupy a rectangle that occupies the rest of the space. A few of these latter type are known to occupy little nooks in the food section, hoping perhaps the location will increase the sale of their wares.
Typically I stay in the food section, telling myself that it's best to not even fall prey to the temptation of low priced clothing and accessories. But today the crowd led into the clothes, so that's where I went, past stall after stall of low-priced shirts and jeans. I soon found myself holding bags containing 2 long-sleeve shirts and 2 scarves. The grand total: 8 euro.
Sure, the shirts can't go through the dryer and will probably fall apart in no time and the scarves might unravel, but that's part of the experience of Marché Gloriette.
And to think, I would never have experienced this had it not all changed.
A creature of habit, I've come to depend upon my patterns. Sometimes I wonder if the patterns and schedules are more alive than I actually am. So there's another realization, another thing to change.
Eventually I make the startling realization that I haven't moved in a few minutes. I will my feet to start moving again and follow the general flow. This led to a section of the marché that I've never really explored before.
The layout of the market is normally divided in two: the vendors selling foods occupy a large L-shaped area while the vendors selling shoes, clothes, and various other objects occupy a rectangle that occupies the rest of the space. A few of these latter type are known to occupy little nooks in the food section, hoping perhaps the location will increase the sale of their wares.
Typically I stay in the food section, telling myself that it's best to not even fall prey to the temptation of low priced clothing and accessories. But today the crowd led into the clothes, so that's where I went, past stall after stall of low-priced shirts and jeans. I soon found myself holding bags containing 2 long-sleeve shirts and 2 scarves. The grand total: 8 euro.
Sure, the shirts can't go through the dryer and will probably fall apart in no time and the scarves might unravel, but that's part of the experience of Marché Gloriette.
And to think, I would never have experienced this had it not all changed.
A creature of habit, I've come to depend upon my patterns. Sometimes I wonder if the patterns and schedules are more alive than I actually am. So there's another realization, another thing to change.
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