Jim and I were wandering through the streets of Nice, France on a sunny afternoon when we happened upon a wonderful flea market.
A city square filled with tables whose tops were crammed with enticing items. I could not buy a thing because there was no room in our suitcases to bring home "stuff."
I was forced to settle for an hour of wandering through the tables - fingering things, wishing and wanting and contenting myself with taking pictures. How I would have loved to buy the pink pig, the clown and the cobra.
Jim was relieved that I could only load up camera disks.
Now, I am grateful I left it all sitting on the tables. But there are times when I think of those things and I cannot help wondering if it they are still there.
3 comments:
you could have mailed them to yourself :-)
whenever I am still thinking of something long afterwards, I know I should have bought it.
On my honeymoon ten years ago, my wife and I were stranded in Nice and the highlight was coming across the most beautiful flea market we'd ever seen. It managed to lift our moods, since our train to Italy had left without us. Bet this was the same market.
Hi, Tim, It would take a lot to lift my spirits if I had just missed the train to Italy - BUT - this flea market could have done that. Bet it was the same --a full city square filled with treasures. We were in Nice in 2001 - also stranded - but because it was September 16 and the skies were closed because of 9/11 - we could not come home. Lets have coffee someday and share our stories of Nice. Ellouise
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