|funny squashed-looking peaches/nectarines on sale just down from Montmartre in Paris – personally|
I prefer the taste of our Bursa ones
If you have been following my blog at all, you will all know that I love a good market.
After all, I live, cook and eat according to the seasons and where better to observe them than in the markets? France is full of them!
Just a few pics from the Sunday marché in St Cyr-sur-mer, where we were staying with old friends, Jenny and Michel:
|a glorious selection of tomatoes of all shapes and hues|
|beautiful garlic with enormous cloves, huge compared to what we get here in Turkey|
|oh those cheeses …|
|and the saucisson ..|
|then there’s the bread …|
|not to mention those provençale baskets …|
|and the pottery …|
There were all sorts of other enticing stalls selling everything from dresses to peştemals to leather bags….
|the usually quite sleepy little town of St Cyr comes alive on Sundays!|
|oh so French …|
And what did this cook bring back from France? Two beautiful Sabatier knives and a ‘tresse’ or plait of those huge garlics!