1.09.18
Off to Sommiere Saturday market at the crack of 10am, oops, when we meant to get up early specifically. We did manage to get a parking place though, just.
This gorgeous old town of little alleyways, lacy rusting iron balconies and fading wooden shutters is bustling on a Saturday morning with a popular market. Bric a brac, clothes, jewellery and food stalls full of interesting stuff under bunting-strung streets. Of course we over indulged ourselves buying wonderful produce : cheeses of varying strength, salami style sausage (poivre and tomato), crusty pain de campagne, green beans, huge peaches, rosy pears, eggs laid yesterday. What a feast for later! Except we succumbed to lunch beside the river: smoked herring and potato salad, chicken drumsticks with pasta and cheese sauce followed by proper French apple tart. Oh dear, full up again!
The atmosphere was buzzing, a saxophonist busker playing a lazy mellow jazz completed the picture. And by 2 it was all being packed away and the streets swept and tidied, the town going back to it's sleepier self apart from the tractors hacking through with their trailers overflowing with grapes! They were courteous enough to stop at the crossing from restaurant to river front for our waitresses to convey their food; cauldrons of moules and plates of fish. Love it. We might have to come back next Saturday our last day, to stock up for home.
Back to the gite and a swim to try and work off some of that lunch! Great day.
Off to Sommiere Saturday market at the crack of 10am, oops, when we meant to get up early specifically. We did manage to get a parking place though, just.
This gorgeous old town of little alleyways, lacy rusting iron balconies and fading wooden shutters is bustling on a Saturday morning with a popular market. Bric a brac, clothes, jewellery and food stalls full of interesting stuff under bunting-strung streets. Of course we over indulged ourselves buying wonderful produce : cheeses of varying strength, salami style sausage (poivre and tomato), crusty pain de campagne, green beans, huge peaches, rosy pears, eggs laid yesterday. What a feast for later! Except we succumbed to lunch beside the river: smoked herring and potato salad, chicken drumsticks with pasta and cheese sauce followed by proper French apple tart. Oh dear, full up again!
The atmosphere was buzzing, a saxophonist busker playing a lazy mellow jazz completed the picture. And by 2 it was all being packed away and the streets swept and tidied, the town going back to it's sleepier self apart from the tractors hacking through with their trailers overflowing with grapes! They were courteous enough to stop at the crossing from restaurant to river front for our waitresses to convey their food; cauldrons of moules and plates of fish. Love it. We might have to come back next Saturday our last day, to stock up for home.
Back to the gite and a swim to try and work off some of that lunch! Great day.
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