Spring emerges in Provence. It gradually comes into the light and is all at once dazzling. During our time in Aix-en-Provence we were lucky enough to witness spring debut and nowhere was it more evident than at the weekly farmer’s market.
When we arrived, the trees were ghostly bare and the shoppers at the farmer’s market were still bowing to the wind, heads down and tucked into beautiful french scarves. In what seemed like moments, the shiver was replaced by billowing canopies and saffron-colored bouquets.
Shoppers began to linger in the market to listen to musicians while feasting on quiche lorraine and sipping fruity vin rosé. Bulbs pushed through with ferocious tenacity and local wine makers started praying that no frost would follow the warmth of the early spring days. Everyone was outside at every possible moment.
Cafes set up tables in every corner square, families teetered on the edge of fountains, and people watchers perched on bar stools along the Cours Mirabeau. What a glorious experience to witness spring beaming through the sights, sounds and savories of the Aix-en-Provence farmer’s market.
We hope through this video and images, coupled with excerpts from a translation of Frederic Mistral’s legendary Mireio: Provencal Poem you will be transported for a moment, if that is what you desire …
Ay, ay, when I was young but that was long ago,
I’d sing to any man’s desire;
But now my voice is but a broken lyre.