I am determined to find a marche worth going to. For weeks, our town has been advertising a marche des artisans (art market) going on today. Naturally, I went. I even talked friends into meeting us there.
I was expecting the park to be packed with people selling their artistic endeavors. What I found was a few booths (a dozen at most) with people selling stuff I really didn’t want to buy. Like the candy booth. That’s not art. That’s sugar. Much of it on a stick. I tried a sample of the lavender candy; I’ve wanted to know what it tastes like. It tasted like, well, sugar.
Still, that was better than the booth next door. The honey booth. It’s proprietors had brought along part of their hive to share. No, thank you. Not my idea of entertainment.
I thought maybe some lunch would make up for the crummy art sale.
After watching Kaitlyn ride the carousel a couple of times, we went to a fondue restaurant across the street from the park. Turns out that one of our friends had never had fondue before. He was a fondue debutant. I think the melted cheese served over potatoes and cocktail wieners was a hit. Definitely made up for the marche.
During dessert, our meal turned to a massacre. A bee that had been coveting our food landed on the remnants of Bill’s jam filled crepe. The bee thought it had found a feast. Not so. First, Bill mashed it with his fork. (his excuse is that it was trapped in the jelly anyway) Then the fondue newcomer took his knife and chopped the bee in half. I was disgusted. Kaitlyn thought it was a thrilling finale to the meal. I may never get over it.
That is hilarious!