We made it a ritual in Barcelona to have breakfast each morning at the market.
The others opted for cafe con leche and traditional tortilla omelets (so much better than regular omelets) but I was completely seduced by the thousands (it seemed) of fresh fruit juices. I would try one (or sometimes three) every morning. Having to make a decision between flavors like blood orange, raspberry, watermelon, kiwi, and coconut is the kind of dilemma I love to have.
I get lost in these kinds of markets; the good kind of lost. The kind of lost where I mean to stay for ten minutes and end up staying two hours. If only this market could be a part of my daily life, for ever and ever.