A Brazilian Carnival at France’s Most Beautiful Market
When the sun sets, the party’s just getting started
There are no nights in August
The sun sets, eventually. Clinging to the sky with her painted fingernails clutching at the bed sheets, one last cry torn from her throat. But it’s still not night.
Not when it’s this warm. Not under these lights. The sun only sets to give us all a break, to let our skin cool, to let the city breathe.
It will be back before you know it.
There may not be a night, but there is a night market.
Narbonne, in France’s sun-soaked Occitanie region, is a small city that clutches onto its handful of superlatives like a gambler holding his last few chips. There’s a restaurant here, one of the most popular in the country, that has the officially certified world’s largest cheese selection. One of the traffic islands, as you come into town, proclaims it the ‘first daughter of Rome’, the first colony established by the Romans outside Italy.
