Monday, August 12, 2013

Dripping water hollows out stone , not through force but through persistence.






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:

Anonymous said...

The tomatoes look great.

WFT Nobby said...

One should try to keep an open mind, but fig and ham ravioli does sound weird.

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Your market is so much more interesting than ours....

XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

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!

ann @ studiohyde said...

Sounds to me like the Parisian's have so much and yet so little!

VirginiaC said...

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.

Anonymous said...

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

Julie said...

I'm sure you get more sense in a conversation with your dog than you would with the supercilious Parisians anyway !

fleurlilian said...

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

houndstooth said...

I'm sure whatever the Parisians had to say was boring anyway!

Jo's World said...

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

tammy j said...

little do they know the superior intellect of those pon puppies! xo

Homer said...

Love, love the seafood, the tortellini and the pomodoris! Bob and Sophie, can you please send some over???

Love,
Homer

Anonymous said...

It makes perfect sense to have these discussions with Bob and Sophie. Do you speak English or French to them?

Angus said...

Usually French but sometimes, if the font is around, Swedish .

Angus said...

That's our view too !

Angus said...

Decide ? They'd buy it all !

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

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?

Angus said...

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.

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Whispering Walls said...

Bob looks exhausted at the thought of it

Angus said...

http://www.crinanhotel.com/

Katherine said...

C'est Bob dans le lit de Sophie, non? Le jambon et la figure ravioli sonne juste pour moi! Désolé.