Second day in Geneva; not yet bothering with full breakfasts, each morning I have gotten up and just wandered the city. On my first morning, I settled into a tea shop for a small pâté-filled pastry as well as one twisted up with bits of walnuts. But this morning, I stumbled on a farmer’s market and was entranced with the wild strawberries — something we don’t see very often and quite delicious.
These are a handful of pics of food from Barcelona. Well, that first shot is actually behind a closed window of a dry-goods shop and the towels which were decoratively displayed in such a delectable fashion. Most are from the market. What the Borough market in London does for cheese, the St. Joseph La Boqueria market in Barcelona does for fish…
Yes, there is a lot more available for purchase as seen by the bounty of fruits and vegetables and meat, but it is the quantity and quality of fish which astound. We talked about renting an apartment so we could just shop at the market and prepare our own meals and I think that next time, that simply must be done. Especially since I was unable to eat at most of the finer restaurants I was hoping to… Not that what I ate was especially bad (okay, the Kangaroo Carpaccio ranks up there with being incredibly regrettable), but I know I missed some truly stellar establishments by sufficing with what was convenient.
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