Jour de marché

“I remember the market of my childhood, in Payerne, in the Vaud countryside. I remember this little market, where the country women came to sell their vegetables and eggs. Today, my local market is in Vevey. During one year, I followed the daily work and leisure of the market people. A woman “fishmonger”, whose trade has been handed down from father to son’ and daughter’ for some 500 years. An Italian mushroomer and a market gardener (operetta singer in his spare time), who places all his hopes in organic and environment-friendly agriculture. A 91-year-old woman farmer who does the market every Saturday of the year with her 61-year-old son. A poultry dealer, a Cameroon woman who sells fruit from her native village. And a farmer’s family that sells a medley of jam, lettuce and veal, all from their home grown or raised. Each earns their living with their own hands. Each has inherited a trade and a know-how. Yet, theirs is a disappearing world, a world threatened by market globalisation.” (J. Veuve)