Just Snowing

We woke this morning to a sprinkling of snow. The view from our top floor bathroom window was delightful, looking out over the village towards the church and up into the vineyards. It looked like they had been dusted with icing sugar.

It was Friday morning and I wanted to nip to the market, so we dressed for the weather in big jumpers and boots.

It was good to see that the cold weather had not put the stall holders off, although they had closed one of the entrances to the main indoor part of the market.

Santa had found himself a good spot selling vin chaud as a sideline.