Why do places seem so much bigger in your memory?
It has been nine long years since I last explored the marche. And I recall a massive market teeming with coffee, produce, maple syrup and apples galore. Today, it is all of the above, just not so massive.
Great prices. Like really great. We are horribly ripped off in Vancouver. I seriously considered lugging back four litres of fresh apple juice on the plane home tomorrow. I still might!