It is summer holiday time. I do not go anywhere, am a stay-at-home
girlie golden oldie, but send the others away (son No. 1) and spend a romantic two weeks with Mr. Swiss, although we lead a romatic life with the exception of a few “misunderstandings” constantly. Yesterday No 1 Son departed for his holiday and I suggested we could go into our local market town of Solothurn. Saturday morning is always market day for fruit and veg and other specialities to eat. It must be at least a year, if not more, that I visited the town on Saturday morning the last time. I/we decided we would combine it with a restaurant meal and there we have the photo to prove it. It was a garden restaurant with Italian food, wonderful weather, so what could be better. Mr. Swiss took the photo in one of those moments when I found life is not so bad after all.
I have memories of my mother-in-law on Saturday market day in Solothurn. She grew up here and lived in Solothurn. Saturday morning was the day when she went to market. She was always well dressed, but on Saturday morning it was the special morning where she “went to market” and had her special dress. She loved it, meeting old colleagues, talking to the stall holders, who she had known for years, and buying some vegetables and salad which were fresh from the local farms. I think she was typical of many Solothurn ladies in this respect.
We took the local train to Solothurn, as parking the car can be get complicated on Saturday morning. Of course I had my camera with me and I ventured to the beginning of the market. Mr. Swiss often goes into town on Saturday morning on his own for a few bits and pieces, so it was nothing special for him, but he let me do my thing.
I was standing on the market taking a photo of a stall selling all sorts of olives and antipasti.
I was engrossed in getting the right angle and heard a voice in my ear. “Carry on Pat with the photo, just wanted to say hello” and I did carry on, recognising the voice belonging to an ex work colleague of mine. She was also at the weekly market with her husband, so Mr. Swiss was no longer so alone whilst I was snapping here and there. That is the nice thing about living in a town where you know most people and the market is one of the best places to meet them and have catch-up conversations. By the way we had lovely sunny weather, a little in the direction of heat wave, but walking through the market tends to make you forget the hot weather and there is always shade somewhere.
There are many vegetable stalls and most advertise organic vegetables. One of the stall holders I know quite well who is about the same age as Mr. Swiss, but still has her farm, told me once that she begins to prepare the vegetables already the evening before, sorting them and making them presentable for the market. This work goes into the early hours of Saturday morning. After a short sleep she loads the van with the market material and assembles it on the market place. Of course the whole family helps, two daughters and a son, to get everything ready for the day’s beginnings on the market at around 8.00 a.m. in the morning.
A large section of the market is devoted to flowers. This photo was taken on the main square in the middle of the town. I must say Mr. Swiss was very patient with me and went where I wanted to go, camera always ready. The pavements were full of tables and chairs outside the various cafés and we arrived outside the local bookshop. It is a bookshop but now have 3 tables outside with a few chairs. No special cream cakes or other delicacies, but you could get a drink inside the bookshop and take it outside. It suits us because there is no waiting for a waitress or to pay. You pay at the cash desk. It is very well organised as an assiatant appears regularly to clear the tables. For two readers like Mr. Swiss and me, the atmosphere is right and you can watch the market visitors passing by.
We wandered a little more and now I let Mr. Swiss take over to lead us to the restaurant where we wanted to eat. Everything was perfect, no rush to get home and cook. We both decided on ravioli with herbs in a wonderful herby buttery sauce with a mixed salad. All good things come to an end and we walked across the River to the station to catch the local train home again. I should really do this more often.
Sunflowers on the market place