We went to our local market this morning to buy cheese, salad, and to fill our empty bottles at the wine stall. Rick came with us but the town was quite busy with people and traffic and he did not behave well. He barked at a small boy and made him cry. I think he was just too excited by all the new sounds and smells. It's a long weekend in France and everyone seemed to be buying in bulk; the lady at the wine stall was going to have a very jolly time judging by the amount of wine she bought.
The boulangerie had run out of croissants so Paul bought me a pastry filled with chocolate nutella and topped with roasted almonds. It was wicked.
That was a good swap. So starts the May 'Bank Holiday' season and along with it I restarted the central heating this morning.
ReplyDeleteWe lit the log fire this morning for the first time since we came back.
DeleteDid you apologise to the small boy?
ReplyDeleteNo, but Rick did.
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DeleteGo on, say it!
DeleteI thought you were serious about Rick and then I realised it was a joke.
DeletePerhaps Rick wanted to eat the small boy - the canine equivalent of a fresh croissant filled with Nutella.
ReplyDeleteYes, I think he did actually.
DeleteWhy oh why are their markets so more exciting than ours?
ReplyDeleteAnd - even Betty's can't put on a display like that cake shop. I want a cake and I want it now.
Tempting aren't they?
DeleteI've just been drooling at the sight of those gorgeous eclairs!
ReplyDeleteWonderful aren't they?
DeleteA second on the lips.....
ReplyDeleteThe thing is you have to look at all those delights while you queue to buy your bread.
DeleteIt's wicked NOT to eat it!
ReplyDeleteGreetings Maria x
That's what I thought!
DeleteMy egg man wasn't there. Did you notice that the 'deli' has moved over the road?
ReplyDeleteI was so disappointed he wasn't there!
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