Food shopping

 

Wednesday and Saturday are marches in our little village. The streets are filled with stands selling not just veggies, cheeses, meats, olives and sweets, but also clothing, purses, watches, jewelry, shoes and more.We grab our rainbow basket and wander. 

 

There is a guitar player on the main street. Later we will listen to another guitar player who along with a saxophone player serenades the people who are drinking coffee at L’Hostalet café. We first saw the saxophone player at the beach where he played both the saxophone and clarinet. We will listen under a canopy of leaves while we drink fresh strawberry juice and eat the chocolate chip cookies we just bought.

It is impossible to walk through the streets without meeting acquaintances and friends.

Sylvie tells us her summer job has finished but on Monday she has a new one. She has several elderly clients that she will visit regularly to help them with things that they no longer can do for themselves.

Nigel, husband of the brownie lady, asks me about an American Thanksgiving. One of the vendors wants to try and do a traditional American Thanksgiving dinner. He introduces us. I give her the basics and go home to get an extra can of pumpkin with the pie recipe on the back for her. 

 Louise comes by our table. Over the years she has owned two of the major restaurants in the village. I remember when she went into labor and the restaurant was closed all the merchants and neighbors were waiting for news. That baby is now 16. 

I see Frederique. We ate at her house last weekend and she gave us leftovers. I’ve been carrying the plastic container with me waiting to run into her to return it. Rick has to dig the container out from under our purchases. 

 I stop to take photos of the puppeteer.  He makes the puppets himself and worked with the circus for years.

A woman and I start chatting. She has lived in Geneva and now lives here. 

I wanted to take a photo of the ghost outside the florist, but Galdric has already closed shop for lunch. 

The village closes for lunch. We have bought lasagna for lunch from the Italian shop on the corner. Salad comes from the green grocer. There are fresh strawberries to put on top of the lemon cake we bought from the brownie lady (she has many goodies). 

The weather is mild, although a sweater feels just right. We’ve run into 11 people we know for casual exchanges. Some we make plans to meet for a meal later in the month. We head home. 

There are wifi problems (system not us) to solve, stuff that needs to be written, a dog that wants attention. I’m reading two books. 

It’s a good day.