Posted by: kathandroger | February 1, 2015

Sunday morning market.

Since we arrived in France, every Sunday morning has meant a visit to our local market in Descartes. A short journey of a few kilometres which we have sometimes done on foot in days of snow. We even let it take preference over the Sunday ride with the Dange St Romain cycle club, much to the members’ disgust. This morning it was only 2 degrees so the intrepid bikers would have all had cold tootsies, and I hate riding with the old plates of meat feeling like ice, so it was a good decision.

We do tend to buy a few bits of food at the market, mainly meat and cheese and fruit, but the real reason for going is to see local chums and visit the cafe for a drink and chat. It makes me feel almost like a proper local nowadays; we are on first name terms with some of the stallholders, and it is a pleasure to see so many friendly faces. No matter that most people recognize the dog before they recognize us! And the majority of our friends are the local French, so it is lovely to now be able to have a meaningful chat with them. But the high point of the market is going to the cafe for a few coffees and beers. Boudie the dog loves it as well, but instead of coffee and booze she manages to look longingly at customers’ bits of bread and often has a reward. She even knows some of the customers who make a fuss of her and wants to make her way over to them, pulling us relentlessly closer until she can be made a fuss of. After that she goes to sleep on the floor and everyone has to step over her! Today was typical, the place rammed full, the chat was in English and French and I was in between the two, trying desperately to keep in touch in both languages. The bill is always  variable, and the subject of much debate, and paid by whoever has some money handy at the time. The bisous in France are an inviolable part of life, so with each different chum we have to jump up and give a quick snog on the cheek. There was no vin chaud today, which for me was a bit of a disaster, but after a couple of beers the pain eased. Then off to lunch and a relaxing aternoon. Roll on next Sunday!

The latest bit of rubbish sculpture is on the wall of the big gite now-it is a 2 metre long fish made out of some old car springs and an oil barrel, cut up with the new plasma cutter, and welded with the new machine. What a lucky boy I am!IMG_2906


  1. Looks like you’ve been channelling the spirits of the ancestors. This is a barramundi. I’ve got a fish in the front courtyard which is made out of a small piece of car panel — great stuff!

    • The Barramundi we caught off the west coast of Australia were a bit smaller than my monster though!Tasted good however.

  2. Great bit of recycling… again!
    When are you going to have a showing at l’Art et Lard??

    • No displays I’m afraid-quality too poor and they are difficult to move. All done for my own amusement!

      • You may think they are too poor, Roger…
        but you should see the utter CR4P that some people charge a fortune for at l’Art et Lard!!

  3. Marvellous!

    We love Descartes market – a great way to stock up for the week ahead if we have only just arrived chez nous on a Saturday. For us it’s just the right size of market with just the right amount of bustle. Some of the larger ones are hard work, fighting with the crowds.

  4. Next time we come to Descartes market we must drop in to the café. It makes sense to walk because parking is the devil. I haven’t been since I got my disability card, but I think the disabled places all have stalls over them. Admission time – I usually see Boudie coming along before I see you. There aren’t many Airedales around these parts! Tremendous sculpture!
    Chickens adore violas. Pauline

    • What are violas-I think we had some but ours have all been eaten too!!

      • Violas are like a small Pansy…
        smaller leaf, smaller, simpler flower…
        usually in very attractive colours.
        Pauline has planted what’s left in the tubs at the front…
        but Blanche was watching her!!

      • Thanks, Tim. I did know what violas were,but each time we have planted them the chickens have decided to eat them!In my experience chicken only eat the flowers you are most fond of!

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