The wonderful thing about only working for a grand total of 45 minutes on Friday morning is that not only do I get a little sleep in, but I can make my walk home a round trip via the market.
Every Tuesday and Friday is market day here in Bonneville. The size of the market has seriously diminished from when I first arrived as the last of the summer produce was still available then and now it is just too freezing to stand around for 6hrs selling veges.
I thought French markets were a bit like other French stereotypes-exaggerated romance found only in the sunny South and in corny American/French movies. I did not realise the importance and abundance of markets; in small towns like Bonneville and also in big cities like Paris and Lyon. However, stereotypes are always based on truths, and when I see an elderly man on a bicycle with pumpkins and cauliflower in his basket or a woman wheeling a market trolley with leek tops popping out the top, I do smile to myself.
Friday at the market was particularly lovely-a french provincial market in the snow. What could be better? It was a brief trip to the market-the below zero temperatures at 11 in the morning do not make for outrageously comfortable shopping! I trudged through the snow feeling slightly sorry for all the sellers but enjoying their eclectic mix and match of outfits. Russian fur hats, bum gloves and colourful eighties ski gear, yes please!
I think the chilly temperatures may have affected my decision making skills. I came home with a rather interesting mélange of produce:
I bought the persimmon because I love the french word for it: kaki. Je prends un kaki s’il vous plaît.
I bought the beetroot because I was intrigued by the idea of being able to buy ready cooked beetroot from a market amidst all the other raw produce. Saves me on time too..
The persimmon and the dried apricots were little extravagances but 3 onions, 3 bananas and 2 giant cooked beetroot cost me €2.55. That is also why I love my market.