To Market To Market!

Every Saturday morning there's a market in our village which attracts people from far and wide to shop the vegetables, fruit and other goodies on offer, or just to enjoy a coffee in a buzzing atmosphere and watch the world go by. Neighbouring villages all have they market-days on a different day, so no matter if you miss one, there's always another one the next day.

Plenty of veggies to choose from if you don't have a garden of your own. All local and delicious.

The market is only 150 metres from our front door so it is very handy when I've forgotten to buy onions or potatoes or if I need a couple of flower pots for the windowsill.

If you haven't had your breakfast yet, you can pop into the boulanger/bakery (the backround, on the right), buy some croissants and go to the nearest cafe to eat them. As long as you buy a coffee, of course!

There's also a wide selection of plants and flowers available. Most of my windowsill decorations come from here.

Mussels (and cockles),  alive alive, oh! Which incidently are not local...Foreign mussels are ok apparently but foreign wine is not.

Dracula's nightmare.

Funny flat peaches and eating grapes.

It's all a bit pricey here but at least they don't come from Spain or Morocco.

And here is the carnivore section. Saucisson!

Horsemeat is very popular here. The French they love their meat; as often as possible and in various different forms. Mon Cheri is a regular customer here. I haven't tasted the horsemeat myself yet but I'm told it is excellent.

Clothes, hats and handbags can be found as well. My first winter I bought a woolly hat here. That was  before I got handy with a crochet hook and made my own.