There is always an amazing atmosphere at local markets here in France. The locals turn out not always to purchase the local produce but to meet with friends and exchange banter. The markets open early and so do the crowds. Everything is open including all the local bars but at this time the big sale is on expresso coffee and a lass of cold iced water.
I love sitting watching it all happen around me as I savour my expresso and consume my croissant. Those markets have been the focal point of local communities for years and will no doubt continue for long after I am gone.
As I sit I imagine those markets years ago. The same bustle and noise and chatter. The dress would of course be different but no doubt there would still be those like me a watcher and listener to life.
One such story comes to mind as I think on this.