Перевести. =) every sunday in a small town called isle-sur-la-sorgue in the southern france there is a truly amazing market. isle-sur-la-sorgue like a venice. the river sorgue runs in and out of the old narrow streets and under the many bridges, and on market day every street and bridge is packed with stalls. from early morning, this sleepy little town becomes a noisy, busy place, with sellers calling to you in the singing accent of the south. you can choose from an amazing selection of olives, hundreds of cheeses, and delicious roast chickens. but it is not just a food market. anrique sellers fill the pavements wirh beautiful old french furniture, and there are tables covered with antique lace and cloth. flower sellers invite you to pick from their brightly coloured bunches of flowers. the air is falled with the smell of soaps, herbs, and lavender, all made and grown in provence. do you need a sun hat? did you forget your beach towel? your choices are endless. travellers fill their backpacks with delicious things for sunday lunch, olive bread, tomatoes, ham, melon and, og course, a bottle of local rose vine. at 1 o'clock everything closes, and everyone goes home. then it's time to find a col place next to the river for a perfect picnic on a perfect day in provence
