Saturday is market day, we arrive and stock up with food for the holiday, and to buy presents souvenirs and a bit of food to take home (no room in car for more, sadly). Then on the Saturday we go home, we call in again. A multinational gathering of ecologists, hippies, artists, musicians and generally all the people I like being with selling the food I like to eat in a town I like the look of...and so drones on about how wonderful it is...in the face of disapproving teenage son who buys pizza, sits on bench, eats pizza, declares the market, the entire region Boring and "full of Old People" and every time I approach the bench asks "When can we go?"
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| I usually buy one pot, this one from a profound potter with blue eyes, she is part of the souvenir |
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| Organising the mountain flower honey |
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| Garden produce on a plain table |
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| East-West; Young Lebanese musician selling his organic vegetarian Lebanese sandwiches; sauce with special thyme from the Lebanese mountains, humous, smoked aubergine pate, salad, yoghurt sauce, goats cheese...au choix |
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| Dutch wildman goatherder, wonderful life, wonderful cheese! |
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| Here we bought particularly aromatic lemon verbena (verveine) for tisane... |
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| JC even found a lovely 2nd hand bookshop run by a Northerner who stocks up in Paris, opens every day it is possible to sell, works hard but loves the work - JC bought Tin-Tin cartoons and book about Eco Houses... |
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| Beatles music... |
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| Bought apple juice here, gathered from hedgerows, (never shake the trees it upsets them and they won't produce next year), dry the apples a little before juicing, makes them sweet... he works as a volunteer for a charity and so has use of their juice-pressing facilities, also turns wood from his garden |
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| R cruises with headphones, to exasperation of parents,but at least he took them off |
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| market by the river |
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| Bought some very good caramel sauce for pancakes, made by Ariege woman who went to Brittany to learn how to cook Brittany food, and sells it to Brittany people in Ariege who complain they can't get their food...that's business! |
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| Orange is my kind of colour |
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| My kind of people... |
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| An American grandmother hippy chick, running a portable organic cafe with camping chairs unloaded from her van: we had perfectly blended chick pea curry and rice and a spicy chai tea with milk, very very excellent |
AM I THINKING OF MOVING HERE? YES I AM. AM I THINKING OF BUSKING IN RESTAURANTS FOR MY SUPPER GROWING HERBS PLUCKING FRUIT AND HANGING ROUND MARKETS SELLING THINGS FROM MY GARDEN? YES. AM I THINKING OF WEARING FLOWERS IN WHAT'S LEFT OF MY HAIR? YES YES YES
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