Public markets have always been familiar places for me back in my city when I was busy buying things, but in Rochester everything in the public market seemed totally new to me when I found myself a new comer, someone who is on a trip to see rather than to buy.
In the morning we wandered through the narrow road surrounded by hundreds of different vendors, and I took twenty pictures of sunflowers, raspberries, blueberries, apricots, avocados, maple syrups, bagels and other things I have to stop naming because I am now getting more and more hungry. Those nouns themselves can convey more pleasant and feelings than any adjective.
The fragrance of all kinds of ripe fruits makes its way around me in the summer air of July; vegetables and fruits were washed clean and glossy under the strong sunlight.
The fragrance of all kinds of ripe fruits makes its way around me in the summer air of July; vegetables and fruits were washed clean and glossy under the strong sunlight.
I was also surprised by the vibrant colors in the market. Red, orange, yellow and green from light to heavy are put together, and each color here is bright and saturated as if it's squeezed out of the color tube a minute ago. The colors, the winds and the aroma are all too vivid to be true; I feel like I was walking in an advertising video.
I had a donut, a box of raspberry and some cherries as my breakfast, and feel sated with my eyes and nose, too.
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