Every town has a market at last once a week. Our nearest town, a small place called Luzy, has a market on a Friday. And I love going to it. We went yesterday, and although it was raining, the market was quite busy. For once I had my little camera in my handbag so I decided to take a few pictures for you.
Womble through the market with me, if you please -
First stop is always our sausage lady, such a friendly soul, and her salamis are delicious -
Opposite it was one of three or four cheese stalls -
I love his noticeboard, child of the 70s perhaps?
Next, the bread man - can you imagine the smell of the breads-
Asparagus, aaahhhh, delicious, very late this year -
Next up, the veggie man with the veg plants for your garden, I had to buy some poirot ( leek ) plantlets yesterday to get them into our potager ( veggie patch ) this weekend -
some of his lovely fruit and veg -
Opposite him is the honey lady. Her husband is the bee keeper and they live in our little community up on the hill. See the acacia honey pots? Some of that honey has probably been produced by bees visiting our acacia trees :-) -
Here she is chatting to the "bird" lady who had a little stall next to her -
Aah, yes, another cheese stall. Cheeses are a very important to the French ( and to me ) so there are hundreds and hundreds of different varieties plus all the cheeses locally produced which never make it into the count -
This is where we buy or fresh, locally produced goats cheese -
And yet another cheese stall, I bought an amazing sheep cheese with chilis here, sh*t hot, but oh so delicious -
And another fruit and veg stall, the smell of the ripe fruit is so mouthwatering -
I really do enjoy going to the market. I love watching the people standing around in groups chatting away ( usually the men, lol, they are such gossips ), love talking with the stall holders and LOVE the fresh produce, so often locally produced.
I hope you enjoyed our little womble through a small town French market.