Saturday is Market Day in Arles. We stumbled upon this market after our long journey to France. Got of the plane in Marseilles around 9am, drove for almost 3 hours, and bam, it was Market Day. Let’s park and see what is there! So off we go, down the aisle of the fresh food stands. What an experience. If you think going to a supermarket in American when you are hungry is bad, imagine, if you please, going to the food capital of the world from a third world country in West Africa! First stall, bam! The most amazing strawberries just screamed at us to pick them up. So, we got a basket of raspberries for Jesse and a basket of strawberries for Duncan, then off to the cheese cart and the sausage cart for Mommy and Daddy. We were in heaven!! Tired and happy, this was our welcome into the good life of France!