No longer just a slurred belligerent comeback; after the day I spent at the Sowa Market in Southie, this word took on new life.
What is The Sowa Market, might you ask???
Start by picturing your favorite book, ok? Once you have everything you love about that book in mind, mentally add the most perfect outfit you can find, that exciting feeling of getting REAL mail (not a credit card add), everything that is fun about a scavenger hunt, and a healthy dose of all your favorite foods. Now I want you to mentally wrap them all up in the feeling you used to get when you were six and it was the night before Christmas. That, my friends, is Sowa.
Sowa is like finding the lost treasures of King Tut. Only better, because none of these (to my knowledge) involved the extraction or preservation of internal organs.
Walking through Sowa is like LIVING OUT the Portabello Row Scene from Bed-knobs and Broomsticks, only without Angela Lansbury.
If you love French things (ahem: French teacher here), OR just pretty things, you will find scads of them.
Sowa taught me that Dr. Scholl WAS ONCE A REAL PERSON!
You can find educational French wall art from the 50s. Yup. All about those potatoes.
. . . and REALLY BIG SHOES.