Market Memoir
The following is a narrative of a visit to a Dutch market:
Had I looked up sooner, instead of exploring the fresh, churning puddles and the gravel that fell beneath my feet, I could have seen my old friend earlier. I had not seen her in two years, which was the last time I visited her hometown, Eindhoven, Holland. Quickening my pace, I rounded the final turn of the park and lifted my chin, suddenly finding myself face to face with her, the Market.
My friend lay sprawled across the cobblestone courtyard beside the Sint Gerardus Church, her dozen and some-odd stalls...


