The coldest winter I ever spent was spring in Sittard

We're back from the Saturday market. As you can tell from the pictures, the day was at first promising and then descended into misery (fun, vacation misery, that is). Just like the farmer's market in Nashville, there were a lot imported goods for sale (unless there is a microclimate in the Netherlands conducive to growing avocados). Unlike Nashville, everyone was walking or riding a bike, even in the rain!