When I got up this morning I couldn’t stand it any longer. I scrubbed the bathroom and vacuumed. It felt good. And then the reward of market day! Off I go!
There are more people in the streets on market day. It might be everyone.
You can find anything you want. Today there was even a van selling mattresses! I couldn’t find the fresh pasta guy though. Maybe on Saturday.
There’s seafood and cheese
And sewing machines
Soap, jam, mustard
This is where I bought my jar of soup
And baskets, etc. etc.
Olives
That’s paella I think. There was a Chinese food stall too.
That’s a boars head – poor guy.
I’m going to eat one of those black things on Saturday. I’ll let you know.
Something special for the ladies
And something for les petits
In the afternoon I went for a short guided walk. The guide was well written but not well read. After an hour of trying to figure out where I was, I finally found the birthplace of Alfred de Vigny (from the statue) – his birthday is March 27 if you want to send a card – and I found the old courthouse. That was a lot of walking for very little reward.
and some ducks.
Even with all the shopping today, I went the entire day without baguettes or croissants. Unfortunately I made up for it with chocolate. How do the French stay so slim?!
I hope your day is as wonderful as mine. Love to you all.
Be happy. 🙂
A Canadian in France 
Hi Great pics. They remind me of Beacon Avenue in the summer. What is the black thing you said you were going to try?
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Market days in French villages are so fun. We always want to buy everything! But usually end up with a tiny sac – a little cheese, a few olives, maybe some jambon persille – that seems so pitiful given the array of products and choices! Did you see the ‘bra stand’? Who tries on bras at the market?? I have bought some really cute leather shoes at past markets – still have them! How’s your French doing??