Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Festival Vendors

More on the Festival at Rouen

Before I came along my mother was hoping for a girl. I turned out to be a bit of a disappointment but undeterred ma made the best of what she had at hand. I got a doll once for Christmas but mostly she hauled me around wherever she went. My opinion was sought on the clothes she bought and what to get at the grocery store. I was not a very cooperative proxy and at length she began tiring of making me a pseudo skirt, but by then I was a teenager.

While I turned out to be pretty normal as a guy with a strong interest in the fairer sex, I had also learned something about style, good food and finding the most expensive item in a store.

To this day I love going to a market, be it in Europe or Asia. There is something about smelling the smells and watching the vendors display their wares that gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling.

So at the market festival in Rouen I was in hog heaven. I must have walked for miles and enjoyed every minute of it. Shown in these photos are more of the vendors at the market festival. The whole experience was a sensory joyride and I want to share a couple more of the scenes walking among the booths.