SECTION A: NON-FICTION
In this extract from Emma Kennedyʼs The Tent, the Bucket and Me, the author and her family visit a market in France.
Aix market was a fairground of treats. Used to the scrappy English equivalent where, if you were lucky, someone might be selling some maggot-eaten apples or some low grade Soda Stream machines, I was amazed by the sheer quantity of goods on offer. A maze of stalls was spread wide, striped canopies rippling in the breeze, and each one was packed, not only with fresh fish, ripe produce, but with things I had never seen before: huge, purple-veined bulbs of garlic hanging on the stem, bunches of bound dried flowers heavy with scent, barrels of exotic nuts...