J'ai mal à la gorge. Geoff had it first and we've been passing it back and forth. That said,I had to go to the market. It's THE Saturday market. It's raining and nippy out but the fresh produce can't be missed. If there is one thing you need to know about the market in the rain here, it is that it requires extreme defensive walking. These people are short! They have umbrellas! The points are all at eye level and they don't care. Years of lacrosse have left me in good stead as I reflexively duck and turn milliseconds before impact. A big hat. I could use one, but like so many things of mine it's in the middle of the Atlantic. Raspberries, the most beautiful sweetest strawberries, plump fresh carrots, pulled from the ground that day! Candied figs stuffed with pate, did I mention those? Stopped by the big chain grocery on the way home to find fresh ginger and camomile tea. Already have local honey. Man in front of us at the checkout with a big mustache and beret sitting on a stool he's there to buy along with a doormat that says Sweet Home. He starts gesticulating and miming.... It turns out he's from Oregon. Who knew miming was big in Oregon?
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And don’t forget the canopies over the stalls, which collect rain and randomly dump a torrent whenever the weight and physics dictate. Except for the stall where the woman sells stockings…and Mme. uses a “mannequin leg” (with the black hose) to push the water up and out before her customers get doused. C’est magnifique!