Saturday means market day. It also means having to ask myself the question "Do I really need this?" at every vendor's stall. Apparently today the answer to that question was "yes" to an eggroll and to two solid scarves.
I've decided to stop buying most of my produce at Marché Gloriette. The prices are wonderful and the experience even more so, but the products themselves tend to be ripe and ready to eat, something not in keeping with my buy-now-and-eat-for-the-rest-of-the-week mentality. So now the marché has turned into more of a weekly walk where I browse the stalls for new deals and see how the arrangements of stalls has changed from the past week.
Today Darryl and I walked through quickly. Instead of going back to our dorm, we decided to make a quick run to H&M on a street we'd never walked before.
This street led to another and soon we had a general direction. After a few wrong turns we discovered a vegetarian restaurant, a movie theatre, an awesome shoe store (which will require future visits), and a Frenchman singing an English song with a wonderful accent.
I sometimes forget that life can be like this: the simple act of discovery can fuel excitement. So why then do I insist on living inside a predetermined box and never venturing out? Here there are no boxes for me other than that suitcase into which my life will have to return in a few months. But until then no boxes...
I've decided to stop buying most of my produce at Marché Gloriette. The prices are wonderful and the experience even more so, but the products themselves tend to be ripe and ready to eat, something not in keeping with my buy-now-and-eat-for-the-rest-of-the-week mentality. So now the marché has turned into more of a weekly walk where I browse the stalls for new deals and see how the arrangements of stalls has changed from the past week.
Today Darryl and I walked through quickly. Instead of going back to our dorm, we decided to make a quick run to H&M on a street we'd never walked before.
This street led to another and soon we had a general direction. After a few wrong turns we discovered a vegetarian restaurant, a movie theatre, an awesome shoe store (which will require future visits), and a Frenchman singing an English song with a wonderful accent.
I sometimes forget that life can be like this: the simple act of discovery can fuel excitement. So why then do I insist on living inside a predetermined box and never venturing out? Here there are no boxes for me other than that suitcase into which my life will have to return in a few months. But until then no boxes...
Hey! great pic! You should send me the one with me in it! :P
ReplyDeletesorry, but Saturday = Caturday.
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