A Morning At The Market

The markets and its vendors are two of the reasons I love living in France.

While waiting in line at my favorite cheese and butter truck at the Bayeux market yesterday, I passed the time snapping a few photos and watching the interactions between the salespeople and the customers in front of me. There's always a lot of banter and discussion, which often includes serving and cooking advice.

You really can't be in a hurry when you go to the market.



After the requisite bonjour, the man who works there very randomly and totally out of the blue started singing. It was just too funny and I couldn't resist...so in a very tongue-in-cheek way I asked him if he did concerts in his spare time. He jokingly responded that his day job was selling cheese and his night job was as a lounge singer, which sent the two women working with him into hysterical fits of laughter and got a chuckle from all of us waiting in line for our cheese.

When it was finally my turn and before I could even say a word, the woman who owns the truck held up two rounds of my favorite Normandy salt butter and asked if I wanted a little disk of fresh Bajocasse.

She knows me well.




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