Time marches on and we find ourselves at the end of September. As you know, the faire Spree is partial to markets. The uppity folks here insist on making up their own words for everything, anoyyyyying! Among other things, SGGP got to practice his cursing, which, when the mood strikes, he so enjoys.
Carpentras drew the short stick. Aided by our trusted disembodied friend, Charlotte, the GPS lady , we navigated to the middle of Carpentras β a large village or small city. I could tell that Sister Marie Antoinette had her mouth soap at the ready, but she went unprovoked on this day.
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Mobile vespers were avoided this day. We drove round and round looking for a small flat wth a view for our vehicle but none was to be found. So we packed up all our gear and took to the friendly and inviting aisles of the street market. The growers would lovingly dress the displays of bounty and invite all to engage with them. There was some of that to be sure, but there were also stacks of shoes on display, jeans, trinkets, bric-a-brac, and small appliances. I was underwhelmed but Spree was fascinated and so eager to take everything in through her eyes, her open heart, her nose and mostly her ginormous camera lens.
I was a ways ahead of her, gliding along with my compact Sony digicam, starting to notice some sneers, snarls and snootieness. I have to insert, this was by no means the norm! The lovely Spree was giddy, smiling and enthralled at being one with the indigenous peoples and desperately wanting to share their story and the entire experience , through her pictures and words. I strolled past a stall that had little bundles of dried lavender in sachets, some clusters of lavender flowers tied with string, and plump, ripe purple and green figs in cartons.
Unaware of the dangers, Spree sauntered innocently and smilingly behind and raised her Canon howitzer and snapped one quick shot of the irrresistible figs. Apparently this was all it took for the Miss Congeniality of Carpentras to go all postal on the unsuspecting Spree. The woman reached down below the table, rummaging urgently through a knapsack to pull out and point directly at Spree, a β¦ Wait for itβ¦β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦.
