Market Day
Lyon sets up its Marche on the banks of the Saone River--food on one side, arts and crafts on the other side, book stalls at the top of the food market and stamps in Place Bellecour.

Garlic Braids

Cheeses

The ever-present cloufutis (cherry cake)

Tomatoes and Potatoes and Red Shirts

I wanted to bring home this gnocchi!

Olives

Paella.

We bought some for lunch. There were several stalls with these enormous pans. The fragrance pulled you in to buy.

Fish

Oranges and Tomatoes

Melons

Zucchini blossoms, shallots, tomatoes

Honey (in background) and peppers

Herbes de Provence.

I bought a bag to bring home. My suitcase smells wonderful.

Artichokes and tomatoes

"Pineapple" tomatoes.

We bought a pumpkin-looking tomato from another vendor, but were surprised at its flavor: just like you pulled it from a can. Really.

Radishes

Peonies.

These were everywhere.

Cheeses.

Weird cheeses, from the looks of it.

Eggs

Spring Rolls

Dave pointed out that the sign is spelled wrong: "Primptemps"

Menu near the chicken.
Two legs went home with us.

We tried for church that afternoon, but figured we'd gotten the Mission Office instead.

Dave worked all afternoon on science, but we broke for a quick dinner at a local pedestrian, restaurant-laden street. Grade on this meal: B-

We loved walking through the market, and realized that the Latter-day Saints in Lyon made huge sacrifices on things such as this: giving up Sunday morning market. We indulged because we were touristing, but recognized their sacrifice in keeping their Sabbath. (I found out later that the market is also on Saturday.)

We indulged ourselves in picking up items for lunch, but also indulged ourselves in the colors, smells, shapes, patterns and in looking at new and different things. This really is a great idea--and where are these in America?