The marché today was my chance to load up on my Indian spices. The same vendor sold sponge and soap, although I buy my soap from the young woman who makes such unusually shapes. It is nice to know the manufacturer of your everyday products. The local strawberries were dark red and the flavour exploded in my mouth. The man who sold eggs only had petite. He said his hens were lazy this week. They were almost still warm from the nest.
The marché was full of people to café sit with, drink tea and catch up on the news.