Sunday morning markets

Today the shopping list reads something like this....

Sunday night dinner... asparagus omelettes and salad...

...carrots and beets for roast vegetables during the week

... onions and sweet potatoes just because they are so sweet...

... cucumbers and tomatoes to go with feta cheese...

... mangoes for smoothies ... avocados on toast...

that's breakfasts sorted!

... eggplant for moussaka...

... garlands of garlic because they are a must, always a must...

... apples to keep the doctor away...

... and fresh spices because fresh is alway best...

... and that my friends, 

is pretty much my shopping list for a Sunday morning visit to the markets!

Frannie xx     

© 2015 Francesca Muir

Glipmses into Ubud markets

Three times we went back to the market 

and every time I saw something new

The friendly fruit-seller had a sweet face and even sweeter fruit

I fell in love with the scales - but alas they were too heavy to carry home...
and they were not for sale!

The corridors were so narrow single file was the only way through
 

My passion for baskets was well and truly satiated!

Lunch was taken on the run...
 

And the car park attendant was very busy attending some 500 motorbikes!

By mid-afternoon, for some boredom had set in

 

As pale blue umbrellas provided scant shade from the relentless heat 

and tropical showers 

To say it was steamy would be an understatement!

But the colours, the smells and the noise were intoxicating!

 

Love the madness and mayhem of a local market.

An October-fest of festivals, fairs and markets

.... where coconut shell beads speak my 'colourful' language

.... and Neplese fashion hangs to attention

 

 .... where fresh orange juice is the drink of the day

.... and little girl's dresses mimic fairy floss

 .... where Chinese dolls face the crowd

.... and the eyes have it

.... where love hangs in the air

 ....and freshly baked bread sits under dappled light

.... where Eco-friendly Nettle scarves beckon on bamboo

 .... and the energy from the Hip-Hop boys is contagious

 .... where the artist and his little subject sit intently in the shade

.... and you can choose from Jute hats on pegs

.... to Trilby's and sun hats stacked in rows

.... where dogs find the cool in the midday sun

.... while African Bolga baskets swing in the breeze

.... and French market baskets stack a shady floor

It's a time to reflect ....

and revel in the touch of the sun on winter skin....

.... Summer is not far away!

© 2011 Francesca Muir