Sundays are slow here. In a super fast paced world, being able to walk to our Sunday morning village market is a real treat. And when our teenage children also appreciate how special this is I just know something is right.
Today is another stunning day. There’s absolutely no need to hurry, it’s a gentle stroll through century old streets, past houses that were built in the 13th and 14th century and a church that dates from the 12th century. That’s the beauty of being on foot, we notice the little things, we can stop, take photos, linger. There is no pressing engagement, time is for once totally on our side.
The market is undeniably the best place to shop for produce. Here you can taste, you can choose and you can discuss what you are looking for. If you want a melon ripe to eat in an hour’s time for lunch or later during the week. If there’s a cheese you’ve never heard of then you’ll be offered a slither to try. The market is sociable, friendly and fun.
And who can resist gladioli at 3 euros a bunch. 6 stems, so thats around 50 cents a stem. A real bargain, cut this morning fresh from the garden of the lady who runs the vegetable stand.
You can order ready made dishes from the traiteur.
With a bag overflowing we slowly wander home. It’s a very short walk, less than five minutes, so we take a detour and go the long way round!
The first of the blackberries are starting to ripen.
The streets are quiet, it’s midday, the market is closing and families are gathered in their homes, in their gardens. Long lazy lunches that last for hours. The smell of bbq smoke starts to fill the air.
This is what we love most about village life. We can walk to the boulangerie, we can walk to the market, it really is the best place to live! Now for our own lazy Sunday afternoon. Hope you all have a wonderful Sunday wherever you are and whatever you are doing.