The wheat has all been harvested and the countryside has now turned into a vast gold, yellow and green chess board. The ubiquitous sunflowers are bursting into cheerful bloom everywhere you look. Thank heavens for the refreshing green of the maize fields to break up the golden monopoly. The foals in the botttom field are getting bigger by the day but still eye strangers from the protective shadow of their mothers. It's going to be hot (again) today so Wilf will spend most of his day sleeping.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Off to the market bright and early with Wilf. We'd hoped to buy some Reblochon from the cheese stall but with its dark brown rind and yellow pate it looked altogether too adult for 'northern' palets. We settled for some Brebis from the Aveyron as a safer lunchtime bet. Whenever did cheese start to cost $17 a lb? Onto the greengrocer for some peaches but the local ones seem to have finished and all that were left were some rather unappetising looking specimens from Spain. They were selling radishes . What is it with the French and radishes? Everywhere you go, winter, summer, spring or fall the shops are full of radishes. Shopping completed Wilf settled down under the table at the cafe for his morning bowl of water and hair tousling by the waitress.The absinthe and beer crowd greeted him with a loud 'Bonjour Weelfie'.