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.