Farewell, Summer!

It's been a whirlwind of a summer. We have barely any words to describe how wonderful all of it was, though admittedly, at times it felt overwhelmingly busy. So... when words simply won't do, there are photographs, and we took lots of them. These are just a small [visual] smattering of what our summer looked like. - I.M.

Goodbye, Summer --- until next year. Hello, Autumn!

Photographs: Janaki Larsen, Issha Marie, Kate Fearnall

Beneath The Surface: A Kinfolk Gathering

A few months ago, at the height of spring and cherry blossom weather, we hosted a Kinfolk gathering in the space above the shop through Here There Studio. This gathering's theme, Beneath the Surface, celebrates the comforts of home and how Sundays should be spent. Here There Studio divided the gathering in two parts - a classic Sunday Roast and Afternoon Tea. The entire gathering was designed, organized, and prepared by Here There Studio, Victory Gardens, and chef Annabelle Choi with help of local vendors like Celsia Florist, Lissu Linens, and Janaki Larsen Ceramics, among plenty others, who helped make this event memorable, delicious, and beautiful.

Thank you very much to Alison Page for providing us with some snaps and behind-the-scenes photographs of this event.

The Environment


Sunday Roast


Afternoon Tea


Photographs: Alison Page

When Life Hands you Lemons...

May 30, 2015: Some of the neighbourhood kids organized a lemonade stand by the sidewalk adjacent to our shop to help raise funds for the Little Mountain Playground. The lemonade was a huge hit, and in the two hours that the stand was up, the kids were able to raise just a little over $100. The price of an ice-cold glass of homemade cucumber lemonade was by donation, and it was a beautiful day for it. Passersby and customers happily sipped a glassful or two on that particularly hot Saturday afternoon.

We are also holding a fundraiser for The Little Mountain Playground in the form of an elegant evening filled with local wines, oysters, and grilled sausages. Details and a link to the tickets can be purchased here.


After about an hour, the kids ran off to play 'hospital' in lieu of watching over the stand, so the adults (including myself) took over and jokingly tried to upsell the lemonade with promises of spiking the refreshing concoction with tequila... which, of course, we eventually did --- but for ourselves, not for the customers (stand down, City of Vancouver!).

Because, hey... when the kids hand you a lemonade stand... well... you know how it goes! ;-)

Photographs: Issha Marie

God Save the Queen!

Bees poop.

When people think of bees, they think of honey, pollination, flowers, the Queen Bee...

People hardly think of bees as creatures - insects - that poop. In fact, most miniature creatures - creatures as small as honeybees - are exempt from any sort of probe into how their most basic, bodily functions can be released, mid-flight, to land on your unsuspecting person.

Two Sundays ago, Richelle (Greybelle Designs) and I experienced what it is like to be pooped on by a swarm of bees.

It feels like sun showers.


It was Mother's Day, and the final day of the Campesino Pop-Up. It was a grey day punctuated with periodic sunny breaks. I got called out to witness the swarm of bees that followed their escaped queen to hunker down on a cherry tree branch two houses or so down from the shop. I promptly went outside armed with Janaki's camera to take photographs of the bee-wranglers from Mellifera Bees and Pascal in beekeeper-wear. They were formulating a plan to get the queen away from the cherry tree and back into their hives above the Marché garage rooftop. It was really quite the sight; the clump of bees have formed almost a sloth-like appearance on top of that cherry tree branch. Adults and children looked on in wonder and awe from a safe distance. I stared ahead at the flurry of activity above and at these beekeepers in hazmat-like suits and remembered thinking to myself just how surreal all of this was...

Game plan...

Game plan...

Melissa Cartwright (Mellifera Bees)

Melissa Cartwright (Mellifera Bees)

Do you see what I mean? This clump of bees look like a sloth hanging off a tree...

Do you see what I mean? This clump of bees look like a sloth hanging off a tree...

Richelle and I watched from across the street as Pascal relieved part of the branch from the tree. The shaking of the branch caused a mad flurry of bees to fly all over the place. I kept snapping photographs with Richelle beside me watching excitedly... and then...

A pitter-patter... like raindrops.

I tore my eyes off of the camera and held my hands out to the sky. "Is it raining?", I asked Richelle. She looked as bewildered as I did. It was then we noticed tiny yellow splotches dotting our clothes and faces and arms and necks. It was a bit sticky, and at first, we thought, perhaps... pollen?

It smelled faintly of chamomile, beeswax, honey, and a melange of flowers.

We crossed the street and asked Melissa what the sticky, yellow dots were... and she said... "Oh! It could be their poop! It's bee poop!"

I looked at the yellow dots that have now solidified clear across my arm in part-horror, part-fascination. At this point, I have also become hyper-aware of how strongly I smelled of beeswax and honey and something else. I wasn't sure if I liked it... and I knew the smell wasn't entirely unpleasant... but this did not erase the fact that I have bee poop all over my person and I was stricken by the urge to wash it all off. The documentary photographer in me stuck it out, regardless, and continued to take photographs, and now, looking back, can say with absolute certainty that this has been the most interesting sensation I have ever experienced to date.

'Just another day at Le Marché St. George, I say.

Words and Photographs: Issha Marie

The End of her Roaring Twenties...

Klee turned 29 about a month ago.

The end of her roaring twenties began with a Mexican-themed party, complete with build-your-own-tacos, lots of cerveza, and a mariachi band to serenade her to the end of her second decade. It was a spectacular event - a surreal one to witness. The usual quiet of the neighbourhood was, for a few hours that evening, filled with the sounds and spirit of what I have always imagined Mexico to be. What a way to ring in the end of one's twenties!

These photographs are about a month overdue, but I post these now because Klee will be noticeably absent from the cafe as she embarks on a mushroom-picking journey for part of the summer.

I mean... Mushroom-picking. Mushroom-picking!

I've a friend who does this every single summer, and I've heard of his adventures. You are in the middle of nowhere. You have to have a few months' worth of food and supplies to tide you over during your entire journey. It's backbreaking work - hard work... but extremely fulfilling and lucrative once you get the lay of the land. Of course, I am oversimplifying this. It'll be interesting to hear of her travels when she returns, because I have romanticized the very idea of mushroom picking in the wild in spite of my dear friend's stories of the hardships one can encounter in the great unknown.

We look forward to your safe return, your stories, and your photographs, Klee! Be safe, stay fed and hydrated, and may the mushroom gods impart upon you bountiful harvests. We, at the cafe, will miss you dearly! Come back soon!

Happy Travels, Klee!!!
With love, from your family here at Le Marché St. George.

Photographs: Issha Marie

Our first weekend in Campesino

The team has worked long and hard for months to bring our version of Campesino to Vancouver, and the fruits of that labour were most certainly reaped with the overwhelming positive response and turnout from our first weekend!

The first day left the pop-up looking a little barren, but rest assured the pop-up will continue to evolve over the course of its two-week run as we bring in more edibles, clothing, jewelry, and ceramics, so make sure to check back often. New stock will be updated at our online shop as well, for those of us who cannot make it to Vancouver for our annual summer pop-up.

Below are some of the photos I took the day before the pop-up opened to the public. I was unable to take photographs on the first day of the pop-up due to an incredibly packed house; it was madness! But it's a good kind of mad; lots of positive energy and vibes, sunshine, and friendly faces both familiar and new.

Thank you to all of those who came to support us this first weekend and we hope to see you throughout this pop-up's entire run and beyond!

Words and Photographs: Issha Marie