Friday morning. Weekly appointment with the city market.
It isn’t very big, neither with so that special things, but I love it, just because it’s MY city’s market! This morning, walking by the street with my friend, I was thinking about how special could be a market. It’ a puode pourri made of everything and everyone. Clothes, shoes, bags, jewellery added to flowers, fruits, vegetables, foods and cuisine’s stuff. You’re all in it, with the merchants that are there, awake from sunrise, and they’re there for you, selling their stuff, maybe to you. The grandmother, the mum, the girl coming back home from school, two friends. Everyone’s there for something, or nothings: maybe is there just to spend one hours,to find something that could makes you happy, to have a walk, to think, to meet people. Well, the point is that in the market there are many people with their own lives, their thinks and things, but all these things intersect, meet, overlap, and for those few moments you feel as if you were a friend of everyone, as if you lived in a happy world, made of shopping, but a world to share with everyone.
Well, my invite for today is to go to the market, trying this experience of simplicity. See, smell, touch, buy, give smiles. That’s the right place to do that!
xoxo,
A.
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