Where we window shopped, stalked old ladies to take shots of their very nice shopping baskets and imagine a life out of Singapore. I had thought those nicely woven baskets were only used in shows and in fairytales, not at a common marketplace. In Singapore, no one uses them. We just use tons of plastic bags.
The local market in Dinan which sells just about everything. Blankets, mattresses, handbags and accessories.
Clothes. Speaking of which, I’ve yet to wear this dress that I had gotten there. And it has been more than a year. Hurhur.
Plants. Strawberry plants, herbs and what not. It must be nice, being able to eat from your own garden.
Fresh seafood, crabs, these looks a lot like the famous big hairy crabs in Hong Kong.
I’m guessing these are root vegetables like lotus?
And of course cheese. No market in France is complete without a huge array of cheese.
The kind of baskets used by the locals. It was mostly the elderly doing their shopping and I have to say, those carrots do look a little malnourished.
I could imagine a life living in one of those houses with a little garden where I can grow strawberries, chillies and sunflowers.