Farmer's Market in Carouge

There’s a farmer’s market in Carouge (a municipality in the canton of Geneva) every Saturday, so we took our parents to attend the morning mass in Carouge church and then we just walked around taking in the sights and sounds of a bustling market.

Église Sainte-Croix (Church of the Holy Cross) in Carouge (Church 2)

The lace on the altar is pretty…

The Carouge church is quite simple and stark, but this Mother Mary corner with the glowing candle lights is always peaceful.

The beautiful swan fountain outside the church…

Captivating flowers at the farmers market…

I don’t know what this is… my sister bought something to eat.

She bought this too… this was a ham pastry.

This was really good… potatoes in jackets stuffed with raclette cheese, bacon and pickled pearl onions.

I picked this up… baby potatoes and carrots roasted below the rotisserie chicken, it was lovely.

A pretty statue nearby…

All the accumulated junk in my brother’s cupboard, we decided to drop them off at the brocante (thrift store). So we went to Emmaus brocante near the church and it is such a beautiful place… everything neatly organized, and the prices are just right. Of course, I had to go searching for secondhand books… and here they are in many languages.

Found the Anglais (English) section and picked up one book for 1chf. This is the book by Karen Noe (click to see the book), and I feel angels themselves placed it here so that I would find it and read it.

We then went home, and Nam made this nice mozzarella and tomato salad for us. Vinod, Nam and me went out again to fill gas, and wash the car…and I remember it was so hot, my sister was guzzling down cold coffee. The heat was just picking up and we had no idea July would be this hot. It wasn’t like this five years ago, so while it was raining and the climate was awesome in Nagercoil (hovering around 26 degrees C) Geneva was becoming hotter and hotter and my Father was calling us fools for coming here and suffering in the heat (there were no fans or air conditioning in my brother’s place). So next time while planning a trip to Europe, don’t go during July and August. This is when the monsoon season just starts in Nagercoil and that is the best place to be.

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