After a few weekends away from Providence, it was such a treat to attend the Lippitt Park Farmer’s Market this morning. Strolling in the sun surrounded by Providence’s youngest inhabitants, their hip parents, friendly dogs of all shapes and sizes sniffing their hello’s, and local vendors offering up fresh veggies, fruits, flowers, homemade granola, applesauce, locally caught seafood, handcrafted jewelry and art always reminds me how much I love this little community of mine. The East Side really is a special place. An added bonus? Today also turned out to be Providence’s Summit Music Festival, with big white tents housing sit-down service for a pop-up sandwich hut (how adorable are the recycled bottle flower arrangements?), craft tables, and a performance by one of my favorite local bands, The Ricecakes. Lucky me!
Our second day in Nice began with a visit to the all-organic Farmer’s Market on Le Promenade Des Anglais. For any of you who have eaten an entire meal’s worth of samples at your local Whole Foods Market (and especially those who pride themselves on it like I do), I highly recommend you take any possible opportunity to visit Nice…if not for its gorgeous views and the salty blue Mediterranean, then simply for the delight that is this sample-happy open air market. Every vendor we passed offered a bite of bread, a taste of green, black, mixed olive, basil, tomato, garlic tapenades- pick your poison. Want to try a fig that tastes like a bon-bon? Please do. Care for an impossibly sweet prune? Here you go. Meats and cheeses aplenty, fresh produce spilling out over table tops. Fruit juices squeezed while you wait, refreshing carbonated citrus drinks offered up with a pastel-colored straw. Row after row after row of peony and rose petals. This place has. it. all. And it’s just begging you to reach out and take a bite. Please indulge yourself, you can practically hear the market’s unspoken urging as you float from one seller to the next, figs, lemonade, and 100% hemp bag in hand.
After falling under the unavoidable and hypnotic farmer’s market spell, Kevin and I journeyed further down the promenade and through an archway that read Quai Des Etats Unis, quickly realizing we had entered Le Vieille Ville, the old city. Characterized by its warm colored stucco buildings stamped with bright green or blue shutters, this section of town immediately won my most prestigious of honors: the title of most charming place in Nice. There, the farmer’s market theme continued, this time enclosed in vibrant striped canopies that seemed to stretch on and on forever. Bellies half-full on samples, Kevin and I decided to top them off with a stop at a little Brasserie for some brunch. Is there a word for that in french?…if not, simply see caprese salad below…