Bordeaux, France, taken on December 23, 2012
There was one specific occasion engraved in my mind where I felt genuinely and completely happy. It was an evening in December 2012 at the Bordeaux Christmas market, with a friend alongside me strolling through the colourful booths in the light rain. For some reason the company and the atmosphere made me feel so content, so joyful, and from that day onward, that exact spot where the Christmas markets are held every year has become my happy place, somewhere only I know.
Bordeaux, France, taken on October 1, 2011
For fresh fruits, vegetables, meats, seafood, cheese, and bread, your best bet is a farmer’s market on a Saturday morning, and what better example is there than Bordeaux’s very own Marché Des Capucins? OK, I didn’t go there often when I lived in Bordeaux, but I enjoyed every visit, even if it was purely for the colours of the market that I loved so much 😉
I went to the Christmas market in the Glasgow city centre today for the main reason of trying the FOOD. I went through the market briefly last week and saw a variety of food from different countries – Germany, India, France, Greece, and so on. The food hunt began and one of the things I tried was Moroccan food, featured here. I got couscous with chicken tajine and spicy lamb, served by this jolly man wearing a Santa hat (in addition to German bratwurst and Spanish paella). Boy the food was good and I was stuffed!
Another food festival, woot! This time, it was Night It Up. My sister and I were smarter this time and went in the afternoon at the beginning of the event, avoiding all the line-ups that were sure to occur in the evening. We tasted lots of yummy food items, including stinky tofu, salty chicken, blooming onions, teppanyaki squid, takoyaki, and these classic curry fish balls. I was expecting four but got six instead, quite a good size. And I could not understand how something so simple could be so good!
Instead of going to Taste of Asia tomorrow, why not go tonight? Every “Taste of” festival attracts crowds of people who line up for different types of ethnic foods, and this one is no different. Half an hour for some lamb kebobs? Quite the wait, but also quite the experience.