Saturday morning, dryer and brighter. A lazy get up and trip into our local town, Airvault for the market. A much smaller, more local affair than those we've already visited and, in many ways, the better for it. The traders even set up a little impromptu bar for themselves (and others) to sample local wines and get them through the morning.
Merrie was pleased to witness the enduring popularity of the carrot in the region, whilst Arthur, on a brief sortie to the patisserie, discovered the world's biggest brioche. Embarrassingly, he'd helped himself to a big wedge before I could get the camera out.
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