Part of our first day in Montreal was spent strolling up and down the aisles of Marche Jean Talon, a public market located in the city’s Little Italy district. Window shopping; I can take it or leave it. That is unless we’re at a farmer’s market. Then I’m all in, as I was when we went to the Jean Talon Public Market.
Jean Talon is a gastronomic playland, an amusement park that excites all the senses; the vibrant colors of flowers, pungent perfume of the cheesemonger, the crunch of a crusty loaf of bread, the warmth of a cup of cappuccino cradled in you palm and a myriad of tastes, from the sweet maple syrup candies to a savory crepe of mushrooms, bechamel, ham, and cheese.
Below: Colorful bouquets and plants offered by the flower merchants.
Marche Jean Talon is a half acre of purveyors of deliciousness. We came away with some creamy goat cheese, salami from the charcuterie, brilliant red strawberries, a loaf of bread and croissants.
While in Montreal we stayed in an apartment in a pleasant working class neighborhood on the outskirts of the gay village district. The apartment has a little back porch with table and chairs and this is where I took breakfast while Cora slept in. Breakfast always consisted of coffee, the savory pleasures that we brought home from Jean Talon, a good book and the quiet of the morning.
To leave Jean Talon without a full and groaning grocery bag would be a shame. But even if you do come away with nothing in hand, the sights, sounds and smells will leave a lasting impression.