The Saturday market in Lausanne is a fascinating place : on a street lined with trendy stores displaying the latest in style, the vendors setup stalls to sell vegetables, fruits, flowers, spices – things you would find in an ordinary bazaar. This juxtaposition of the chic and the commonplace is one of Europe’s many charms that keeps me enamored.
Parmanu 
and you caught it just right especially with the lady buying and the lady selling…
Strange, isn’t it, that our street markets don’t look quite as picturesque as the European ones?
Coming here after a long time. I like the pace and tone you set in your posts. It appears you are never in a hurry to tell the tale. (Hope you have been well).
Anumita: Yes, I was lucky to get the timing right!
Kahini: But they have their own charm, don’t they?!
Ph: Interesting comment. My wife would say that I’m never in a hurry at all – too laid back. I would say I’ve been reading too much of The New Yorker. (I am doing well, thank you. Enjoying Wife’s absence to the fullest.)