The stalls were fairly predictable - meat, bread, veg, flowers, clothing, jewellery and small electricals. A few were slightly more unusual- a Mediterranean Sweets stall [full marks for being the only table offering samples!] and a chap selling Provencal table linens. I do love those sunny blue and yellow prints!
Most interesting was Monsieur Pascal with his oignons [or do we have to spell that ognon now? which looks an ugly word I think] However one spells these things, I shunned his smoked garlic [l'ail fumé] Bob has promised to produce some of these for me this summer in the Cornerstones smoker. But I did buy a string of shallots [des échalotes] to hang in the garage
Then my beloved Belgian took me to The Merchant of Venice for petit dejeuner [sorry, colazione] I felt happily European as I ate my toasted panettone!