France has a reputation for it’s glorious food. It starts with wonderful soil and farming technigues, and a respect for the whole food itself. We have been so happy to be buying our food from the local market, or at the once-a-week marches, the outdoor farmers markets set up in a prominent square or street in the village. Locally, one could attend an outdoor marche every day of the week, by visiting nearby small villages. We see some of the same vendors over the years, like the olive guy, or the lady who makes delicious thick spinach pancakes.

We are so enjoying cooking at home  and sometimes packing a simple picnic to eat elsewhere. The other early eve we set out down the road to look for a nice spot to eat; the stones steps of a vacant old home, a churchyard, or…? We ended up at a small park, with a pond and picnic tables. The meal, sandwiches from cheese, organic lettuce, tomatoes, mayo on homemade bread, wine, goat cheese, radishes and pickled garlic, was consumed with gusto:

Afterwards, we wandered the medieval village that was perched on the hill above the park. The light was fading and the village was radiant with mystery and history:

 Then it was near the end of another lovely day in France, and we headed towards home…and stepping outside just before bed, we viewed a dark sky so very full of the Milky Way. Nous sommes en France. Oui, c’est bon!