Christmas Market on Les Lices

"Somehow I got across with a surge of people when a policeman held up his white mitten. It was all food, in endless stands on both sides of the packed walk. I have never seen so many kinds of sausages, meat pates and rolls, cuts of horse-cow-pig, dead rabbits dripping with blood into little paper cups tied over their noses, bunches of wild birds hanging like feathery grapes, more wild birds naked and tiny on white enameled trays.

I have never seen so many great wooden buckets of olives of every kind and size and color. There was one tub of green olives mixed with little pickled onions and slices of sickly-looking bitter orange. There were olives stuffed, smooth, wrinkled, shiny, dull. And there were spices, in packets-boxes-jars, aromatics from Provence, pepper from far places."
(from "About Looking Alone at a Place", As They Were, MFK Fisher, Marseille, FR, )

Jan Weenix, Dutch, Amsterdam, 1681-1719
Gamepiece with a Dead Heron ("Falconer's Bag")