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Thursday, September 17. 2009

My summer vacation: The marketplace in Nice

We buzzed through Nice on a round-about visit to Ese a couple of weeks ago. I bought a container of French framboises (smaller and less sweet than American supermarket raspberries, but possibly more intense flavor), and Mrs. BD bought some candied figs to snack on.


This is no cute Farmer's Market: it's the market. Meat and cheese and butter and breads and everything else you need to make a decent French meal. Here are the grapes and various varieties of figs:



A little more of beautiful Nice below:

 


Spices, herbs, and tea:



Tomates de Provence:



 


Shrooms:



Candied fruit:



 


A random shot of old Nice:




 


 Cafe next to the market:


 


 



 



 



 

Posted by Bird Dog in Our Essays, The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 14:03 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)

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Ah, yes. Recall that very marketplace from our trip about 10 years ago. We stayed at a hotel on the wide boulevard (whatever it was called) with the large sculpture pieces. For some reason we had to go there so we could leave Italy. Hope you made it to Monte Carlo.
#1 KRW on 2009-09-17 20:23 (Reply)

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