Saturday Market


If a picture is worth a thousand words . . . . well, you've already read my thousand on the Saturday market two weeks ago. This morning I took this photo, just to give you a visual aide.

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Dad said…
What ended up in the back pack this trip?
8:08 AM
Ben Rainey said…
I think its cool that she has bread in her bag. That's very french.

I preferred my mental picture, but thanks for the pic.
6:25 PM
Ariel Rainey said…
yeah, I'll admit, its not the best picture. There weren't nearly as many stalls or people this weekend, since its August, and most of the French are on vacation elsewhere (more on that later).
4:09 AM
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