Meander back to gentler times. . .
Imagine waking sleepy-eyed to take a long ride to the French Market with Daddy. The sun has not yet risen, but with the anticipation of arrival, excitement fills the air. The order of the day at the French Market is variety. Vendors calling out their wares in hopes of selling what they brought, the smell of the fresh baked French bread and coffee, the lively chatter and bustle as the friendly natives prepare to start another day. There's nothing to compare with a bright and early morning in the Big Easy. . .
Watching the throng of the buying and selling was more exciting than just about anything I can remember. I felt so grown up going with Daddy to "help" him as he made his selections of fresh fruits and vegetables to peddle up and down the streets. What a treat it was to spend time with Daddy as he tried his best to provide for us.
