Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Six am. Bob announces that it's a beautiful day. His sister agrees. No need for an alarm clock in this household. PON timekeeping is as precise as it gets.
We've forgotten that it's the first of the annual garlic auctions. Our usual parking spot taken by a silver Mercedes with Paris number plates. The road down to the cafe under the arcades lined with local farmers peddling their 2014 harvest. Even though it's barely gone six thirty there's already a small crowd of French buying their coming years supply .
Outside the library the Knights of the Grand Confraternity of Garlic are gathering ahead of the public auction. The mornings commerce will be followed by a lunch in the market hall. For €13 there's garlic soup, garlic tart, chicken in garlic, ice cream and coffee. After the illicit half croissant Bob and Sophie linger by the open door to the town hall kitchens where the first of the lunchtime chicken and garlic is beginning to be slow roasted.