When in France the markets are a must. My cousins and I went this morning. We sent to the herbs and spice stand amongst many others.
The market in Aix is vast and grand: Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday mornings.
The handsome herb and spice man explains each spice and how to prepare it. He put on the charm when speaking to my younger cousins. Gave them a packet of dried rose buds.
Since the market run along the streets, the building facades become the back wall.
Distraction sets in the moment I arrive.
How can I keep an eye on necessity when sensual is around?
Herbs and spices.
After the market we went for silence inside of the cathedral.Walked around in awe.
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