|I get nearly as excited about fresh baked goodies as these little ones.|
The street is so lively and packed with people - sweet little old ladies doing their shopping, new parents pushing strollers with little ones bundled up inside, kids running around asking their mothers for a sweet treat. No one is ever in a rush, and it's my favorite way to start my weekend.
At my favorite veggie stand, the old man doesn't speak a word of English and he just grumbles and calls his wife over to talk to me. She's short, with curly, frizzy hair, and a lively spunkiness I adore. The cheese man always offers me a sample of something and begins to tell stories - and when I say I don't speak Dutch he smiles and continues on in French. Mostly I just giggle.
The charming flower lady talks my ear off for ten minutes in an interesting Dutch/English blend explaining that her daughter picked the same roses for her wedding bouquet as I was buying that morning. It was as though my choice in flowers brought back a flood of happy memories that she just had to share... and of course, hearing about her daughters wedding made me think of my own. And that always makes me happy.
|The lovely roses I bought for myself (from Didz)|