Every Sunday in a small town called Isle-sur-la-Sourge in Southern France there is a truly amazing market. Isle-sur-la-Sourge is like Venice.The river Sorgue runs in and out of the old narrow streets and under the many bridges, and on market day every street and bridge is packed with stalls. From early morning, this sleepy little town becomes a noisy, busy place, with sellers calling to you in the singing accent of the south.
You can choose from an amazing selection of olives, hundreds of cheeses, and delicious roast chickens. But it is not just a food market. Antique sellers fill the pavements with beautiful old French old furniture, and there are tables covered with antique lace and cloth. Flower sellers invite you to pick from their brightly colored bunches of flowers. The air is filled with the smell of soaps, herbs, and lavender, all made and grown in Provence. Do you need a sun hat? Did you forget your beach towel? Your choices are endless.
Travellers fill their backpacks with delicious things for Sunday lunch: olive bread, tomatoes, ham, melon, and, of course, a bottle of local rose wine. At 1 o’clock everything closes, and everyone goes home. Then it’s time to find a cool place next to the river for a perfect picnic on a perfect day in Provence.
Every Sunday in a small town called Isle-sur-la-Sourge in Southern France there is a truly amazing market. Isle-sur-la-Sourge is like Venice.The river Sorgue runs in and out of the old narrow streets and under the many bridges, and on market day every street and bridge is packed with stalls. From early morning, this sleepy little town becomes a noisy, busy place, with sellers calling to you in the singing accent of the south.
You can choose from an amazing selection of olives, hundreds of cheeses, and delicious roast chickens. But it is not just a food market. Antique sellers fill the pavements with beautiful old French old furniture, and there are tables covered with antique lace and cloth. Flower sellers invite you to pick from their brightly colored bunches of flowers. The air is filled with the smell of soaps, herbs, and lavender, all made and grown in Provence. Do you need a sun hat? Did you forget your beach towel? Your choices are endless.
Travellers fill their backpacks with delicious things for Sunday lunch: olive bread, tomatoes, ham, melon, and, of course, a bottle of local rose wine. At 1 o’clock everything closes, and everyone goes home. Then it’s time to find a cool place next to the river for a perfect picnic on a perfect day in Provence.
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