Every Sunday it’s the same thing… what are we going to do today? I’m sure there are oodles of activities going on, but I don’t know about them. I’m getting frustrated trying to find them.
Today we decided to go check out a marche at a nearby town (our pizza truck’s town). There’s a big huge sign as you drive up the mountain, so we figured it would be at least a medium size marche. Nope.
Once again, we ended up at a marche with just a handful of stands. At least only one had produce. The others had local products. All apparently tied into the “semaine du gout”… week of the taste… which this year is about farm products. I think, as best I can decipher the website.
I did make one purchase. There was one stand where they had a very old press that was pressing apples into juice. Well, into cider. It’s the first place I’ve seen apple cider the way we know it. It was one Euro a bottle. They just took the fresh cider and poured it into an empty, used wine bottle. That would never be allowed in the U.S. Here, it seemed perfectly ok.
Kaitlyn also made a purchase. Or had one made on her behalf. A guy had four donkeys and for two euros you could ride one on a very short circuit around the park.
I think I got the better deal.