Marché Jean Talon

Note the piano player to the right of the photo. It sounded so lovely.

I finally made it to the Marché Jean Talon, and wow, it was fantastic. It's partly covered and partly not, and is really just a series of farmers' stalls loaded with corn and beans and plums and anything else you can think of that grows at this time of year in Quebec. As well as fish and meat and flowers. This gives me more incentive to make friends, provided they enjoy eating.

Enough wild blueberries to make a pie for tonight's dinner.

Of course, I bought flowers.