I have a bit of a secret, a guilty pleasure which is a probably a little random. Sure, I love touristy spots (very early in the morning or very late afternoon when all those
nuisance tourists people clear out), cobblestone alleyways where the sunlight gleams, and adore quirky off the beaten track museums (hello Amsterdam’s Cat and Handbag Museums).
But one the of places I love to pop into the most is a proper local
supermarket. It isn’t somewhere that I would intentionally plot on a map
(we made an exception though for the infamous La Boqueria in Barcelona, and
the Tokyo Tsukiji Fish Markets). Ok, who am I kidding, it’s a secret
guilty pleasure allowed to me as the navigator, so perfect for this month’s linkup!
Parisian supermarché, Spanish strore comestibles, Moroccan Medinas, German Bäckereis, Dutch supermarkten, French Boulangeries, and the singular joy that is passing half an hour in the American institution of Walmart, which should have really a section all of it’s own. (We popped in whilst in Florida, and a guy offered us a kitten. Which I probably would have adopted left to my own devices…)
What is it that’s so fascinating about Supermarkets in other countries? Everywhere we travel (much to my Mr Kiwi’s amusement) I
like to spend a good half an hour browsing the shelves I’ll never need, looking
at food I’ll never buy. The variety of brands, new flavours, fascinating produce, indecipherable packages, day to day goodies (I’m looking straight at you Dutch hagelslag), new drinks, inscrutable flavours and variations of our staples.
|Broadway Market, Hackney/London Fields|
|My last expat supermarket run in New Zealand – they weren’t all for me!!|
Usually at some point in a holiday we’ll pack a picnic of local goodies to enjoy in the park, nip in do grab a quick drink or snag a pair of fresh croissants before running onto a train we’re about to miss and just take a minute or two to have a gander.
|The prettiest Parisian Fromagerie in the world!|
It’s impossible to resist a slice of local life, to check out the real flavors and ingredients that hop in homely pots. It’s just the same as looking in someone else’s trolley, right? Speaking of other trolleys some of my favorite are Rebecca and Kelly’s – it’s just a shame that our guest host Polly lives all the way in Doha… #anyexcusetovisit
|Barcelona, Spain where even the crisps have a favorite football team…|
|Maltby Street Market, London|
It has occurred to me that though I say it’s a guilty pleasure and I have to drag the other half in, sometimes that’s not really true…
Am I the only one?