The Monday morning market already busy by the time we get there. Parisian second home owners with their large estate cars taking up the parking spaces. Cashmere cardigans flung across shoulders. Bob, Sophie and Angus squeeze the little Skoda into a space between an enormous Peugeot and a badly parked Audi 4x4.
Our first decision of the day - Langouste or prawns for the risotto ? We settle on prawns. Onto the Italian delicatessen. Bob agrees with me that fig and ham ravioli sounds too sweet. Four cheeses it is. At the greengrocers a dozen varieties of local tomatoes. ' The font ' will be making cooling spaghetti and raw tomatoes for lunch.
The market staff talk away happily to Bob and Sophie. The Parisians stare with that superior look that's reserved for country bumpkins or lunatic foreigners who discuss tonights dinner menu with their dogs.
23 comments:
The tomatoes look great.
One should try to keep an open mind, but fig and ham ravioli does sound weird.
Your market is so much more interesting than ours....
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
I don't know how you ever make up your mind with so many choices--It's good that Bob and Sophie are there to help you decide!
Sounds to me like the Parisian's have so much and yet so little!
It's great to have a shopping partner to help make decisions on what to purchase.....good for Bob!
The elite Parisians...what do they know about the good life in France profonde? Nada.
It looks like Sophie has finally reclaimed her bed from Bob....she has that certain flair of lying in it just right.
Enjoy your lunch....sounds delish.
we have always thought that people who have conversations with their dogs are superior in intelligence, especially where food is the topic!
Karen & Kelly Rathje
I'm sure you get more sense in a conversation with your dog than you would with the supercilious Parisians anyway !
Love it - I am talking to my family too!!! Love the stupor looks though! Your tomato prices are forbidden!!!!!
Greetings from Southern Italy Susanne, Daisy and Kiri
I'm sure whatever the Parisians had to say was boring anyway!
Doesn't everybody discuss meals with the family dog(s)? When you used to give us photos of the bakery and confections, it left me cold, but this counter, with prawns, tomatoes and ravioli, oh how delish looking!
Cheers,
Jo
little do they know the superior intellect of those pon puppies! xo
Love, love the seafood, the tortellini and the pomodoris! Bob and Sophie, can you please send some over???
Love,
Homer
It makes perfect sense to have these discussions with Bob and Sophie. Do you speak English or French to them?
Usually French but sometimes, if the font is around, Swedish .
That's our view too !
Decide ? They'd buy it all !
Re your comment.... funny you should say that about Mull. The poem was unintentional, but I'm heading there next month.
Bob needs a bigger bed, no?
Staying at Tiroran ?
The bed is Sophie's but from time to time is liberated by Bob. To reclaim it Sophie has learnt to hold onto the end of his tail.
Bob looks exhausted at the thought of it
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C'est Bob dans le lit de Sophie, non? Le jambon et la figure ravioli sonne juste pour moi! Désolé.
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