Market days

Judy. One of my absolute favorite things about France is the market days. I know there are markets in other countries, but nothing I’ve seen compares to a French market. In addition to fresh produce, flowers, breads, cheese, and meats, most of the smaller towns also have stalls with clothing, accessories, hardware, and anything else you might not have easy access to in town. Vendors banter with you and offer samples and advice. And the prices are unbelievably reasonable. I don’t know why the produce in the markets in the States is so high. The only comparison I can make was the Saturday market in Missoula, Montana, which was very affordable, and almost as much fun as a French market. 

It’s not just the stalls. People gather and chat like we do after church in the States. It doesn’t matter if they’re in the middle of an aisle, they’ve not seen each other all week! Coffee shops all around the perimeter are packed. It’s a weekly celebration, and always brings us joy. Whether or not we need anything, we go to as many as we can.

In smaller towns, clothes are a big seller

There's almost always an organic vegetable seller--usually more than one

This time of year, pumpkins and squash go quickly

There are often several hat and purse stalls

Friends chat next to the chicken vendor

ALWAYS dogs. Sometimes they get along, sometimes, not.

So much to catch up on!

No empty tables at nearby cafes!

Ah! Time for oysters!

This time of year, mushrooms abound.

Tablecloths and shopping baskets.