To market, to market

I arrived in Brittany last night. Late night drive in the slowly fading, long lasting daylight, the hills getting lower as we approached the seaside, with clumps of trees clinging to their backs. Morning with the sea in my window.

I went down to the Saturday market, a weekly delight as a child. The narrow streets of the little town get extremely crowded, and all sorts of colorful characters and tempting trickets catch the eye. This time I was struck by the simple beauty of the food displays:

..and the unavoidable crêpes!