No rush

We woke earlyish on Friday morning to a beautiful, warm, sunny day. We decided to head into Bar-sur-Seine to have a coffee and pain au chocolat at the café, as we needed to nip to the market to buy some fruit and vegetables. We were both functioning at a very slow pace, as we’d had a wonderful evening out the night before, enjoying a barbecue dinner with some friends. It was a very pleasant evening, sitting outside enjoying the summer sun, chatting and catching up on what’s been happening. On the way home we met a rather large wild boar standing in the middle of the road. He didn’t seem in any rush to vacate his position, but a flash of the headlights, and he scurried off.

We had a slow walk around the market, looking at all the gorgeous fresh fruit and veg.

Nothing ever seems to be rushed in France. A queue of people, listening intently to the stall holder telling a lady which strawberry is which, then all chatting amongst themselves about which strawberries are best to buy is quite normal. The chit-chat slows everything down, but everyone is happy to wait their turn. I was waiting for some apricots and strawberries. I then went to pick out some local goats cheese, which is rich and creamy, and then some honey, which is so good, and just perfect for breakfast on fresh baguette with salty butter. The goats cheese will be enjoyed this weekend with our guests.

I’m looking forward to a weekend of cooking and eating some yummy delights.