The market was much busier with stalls this week. But our young cheese man has not reappeared, which means neither has his grandfather with local walnuts. In fact only one stall has had any local ones this season. Holidays always bring out the bags and toy stalls! The sky was slate grey to the west as we drove across the plain.
mieux boire en face qu’ici!
Anyway, coffee was drunk at the Union, croissants consumed, cheeses and yogs and honey obtained from Nicole, chicken cream and pasta meal from the jolly traiteur, fruits and nuts. Broke, we headed home gia Cairanne where I learn I am half way to having enough localty points to getting a free carton of 6 bottles! Only 300 more to go.