The medieval city of Cluny has one of the best Saturday markets in southern Burgundy. We never miss it. It's nearly spring, bright and sunny even if it is a bit chilly, and the market is gearing up for the season. Come along with me today, for a typical Saturday morning at le marché de Cluny. Photo left: I always pick up a little something for the garden, from monsieur who grows the annuals. Who has an Italian accent and a very polite manner.
On arrive: Market day is busy, as you see. The whole center of town is closed off for the morning.
First stop, the veggie stands. Everyone has their favorite stand. I like the farm family, parents with kids in tow who grow every single thing they sell; and the bio (organic) stand, with le lait, le fromage, le yaourt, and les oeufs that they produce.
Then to la boulangerie. I'd really like to buy one each of these...
But instead I get one of these:
Spotted these fun outdoor cushions---they may have to come home with me!
These are my weakness. I love the green and blue one, but Ron has put me on Basket Probation.
Meanwhile, at the Bar du Nord, Ron and the neighbors are sipping their first expresso. Later in the morning they'll switch to une bière, or un petit blanc (white wine). For me, un chocolat chaud. We know the waiters well enough to get les bises (kisses on both cheeks). Below, Ron and friend Monty peruse le journal with their first coffee, supervised by Bugs himself.
If your bags are too heavy, Madame is there every week with her donkey to help out.
Lunch with the gang, then time to head home. Ahead of me, Madame has a bit of planting to do (and I'm coveting her basket).
Heading home after a great morning!
In the COMMENTS: Anja, welcome to the blog! Y'all will for sure want to check out Anja's own blog called DasBrooklyn. Anja is a German baker living in Brooklyn, and boy do her recipes look yummy! Dani and Julie, you are so right about the walking. A French friend stopped by and asked me to go for a walk with her--I got home four hours later! And to my Furman sister, no the French don't diet, and it may be time for another post on that subject. Natalia, "more days behind than ahead", I'm afraid that's quite true for me too. What better way to seize the day than to make that decadent quiche you suggested! (or Harriet, with your chocolate cake). Katy, that is the most unusual quiche I've ever heard of, and no wonder it's famous, it sounds delicious. Sam and Peter, my husband always says he hopes folks who visit us will take away one little French thing home with them, to better their lifestyle---maybe a glass of white wine with lunch, a leisurely breakfast, or a good expresso machine!
A happy Easter to all, and special prayers for the victims of terrorism in Brussels and their families and friends, with great sadness for the horror they have endured.
