It was good to see that the Friday Fictioneers transition went smoothly last week, and that we didn’t seem to lose anybody on the way. This week’s photo is courtesy of Ted Strutz and reminded me of the night markets that take place along the banks of the Canal du Midi in France.
There’s something about a night market.
Strings of coloured lights glowing against a purple sky, casting shadows as they sway in the light breeze; people of all nationalities ambling between the stalls, and the air heavy with the aroma of roast chickens, fried onions, and simmering doughnuts.
And, just faintly, another scent … warm, coppery. My mouth begins to water and my pulse quickens. He must be here too – finally. It seems like a lifetime.
Looking around, it’s clear that a varied menu is on offer here.
Perhaps we can dine together tonight…though I suspect he may already have eaten.