When I look at the pictures my blog buddy Mitchell posts over at Moving with Mitchell I am green with envy. Here in Charlottetown we are beginning that ecky time where it snow, then it rains, then it snows, then it thaws, then it snows. Whereas his recent pictures of their town, halfway between Malaga and Marbella on the Mediterranean basks in a Spanish spring. I know! I know! An unfair comparison but I’m tired of winter. And if one more person reminds me that it’s been a short one they will get a snowball – if there is snow that day – square on the back of their head. If there’s no snow then I will simply stick out my tongue at them.
His picture of the flower market in their town centre had me reminiscing about our visits to Spain. We came to the Iberian peninsula late in our travels and regretted not having spent more time there in the past but god willing, the vaccine does its job, and the Hillsborough don’t rise we’ll get back there one day.
In the meantime I thought I’d wander down memory lane to our first visit to Barcelona and maybe do a little marketing.
(Keep in mind that a left click on any of the photos will “embiggen” them for a closer look.)
I often feel overwhelmed in markets, not the big sterile supermarkets but the European-style covered markets. There’s such a choice of things and the displays can be works of art unto themselves. There are many local markets here in Rome but the one nearest to us is a bit of a disappointment, doubly so after a visit to Mercat de la Boqueria on the Ramblas in Barcelona. I’m sure there are markets as splendid here in Roma but I just haven’t come across them. La Boqueria has a long history as a local market and even though it is now crowded with gawking tourists, like me, still serves the needs of the people in the area.
The glass, wrought iron and tin archway give only a hint about what’s…
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