Yesterday the train tickets for Paris, France arrived in the mail – I could have opted for e-tickets, but being the old soul that I am, I much prefer having tickets in hand to hold and keep for little souvenirs. And so to follow suit in my Parisian/English mood as of late, I turned my online radio onto a Juliette Gréco station and decided to get ready for the day.
After slipping on my boyfriend’s jeans (not Boyfriend Jeans, but rather my boyfriend’s jeans that he handed off to me), teasing my hair into a little ’60’s inspired pull-back, and grabbing my sunnies, I decided to venture into Durham on this lovely sunny Saturday. I awoke to a blue sky and the sun sparkling down on the rooftops, and being Saturday this meant that the Durham City Market would be alive and energetic with fellow towners perusing the stalls.
First, a well-needed stop at the little café stand to grab myself a latté to sip as I strolled beneath the sun’s glorious rays. I later grabbed some little donuts – always a good (and dangerous) deal at 7 for ₤1. There’s truly nothing better than a Saturday morning being surrounded by the intimate market atmosphere in a little historic town under the summer’s warmth.
Next, I walked up the narrow alley and up into the Attic to gaze into the People’s Bookshop where I love to find random reads, and I’ve been in need of a summer novel to dig into. It’s a cozy little shop with varying genres of reads from politics, biographies, poetry and literature, and old vintage finds. Also, it’s fun to see if there will be anything of interest on their ₤2 shelves, which sits outside its entrance and follows an honor system for payment with a little coin box for you to drop your moneys into. I walked out with a little french novel by Jean-Paul Sartre and the classic Madame Bovary.
Overall, a lovely Saturday spent wandering the markets and little stores of Durham. It’s days like this that I adore living right around the corner from the market rather than up near the school. The canal, the music from the buskers, the coffee and little bookstores – I mean, why come to Durham if not to experience its friendly character?
Until next time,
Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo