Market Day

The collection of people you get at a market is an exceptional thing...

There was the old boy from the nursing home asking for money to by fags, old women coming down for to get their weekly veg, families getting their meat for tea (in France, there is no school on Wednesday's), the odd tourist (out of season here now) and then today, there was me- the English girl avec pram, trying (very badly) to order some salmon and mince.

We got there in the end though!