Just Another Summer Saturday

the mairie and the post office at Port Sainte Foy - note the beautiful flowers

A heavy grey sky this morning so we were off to the marché before 9.00 – early for us. Only a few locals out and about and some stallholders still setting up. We collected our organic eggs, rifled through the stock at the stall selling second hand English books, grabbed a pain for lunch and a couple of pain au raisins ( pastry snails) for breakfast and dashed home before the rain arrived.

Watched round two of the Bledisloe on tv while outside the wind blew and rain fell.

After lunch the sun came out and we were off to the Recyclerie at Pessac sur Dordogne. This is where everyone gets rid of their junk if they can’t be bothered taking a stall at a vide grenier. You can find everything from ‘pre-loved’  toys to electrical appliances to large furniture and perhaps even a kitchen sink or a bath. It’s only open two afternoons a week so you have to go regularly to find the ‘treasures’. We haven’t found any yet but we hear tales from others of wonderful finds being practically given away. We live in hope.

end of summer on the Dordogne

Back into Ste Foy for a rug sale. A dealer from Geneva had a collection of rugs from Turkey, Iran and Russia at ‘special’  prices. After much haggling  we walked away when he didn’t accept our offer and we went for a coffee. Half an hour later when we returned to our car which was parked where he could see us , he came out and agreed to our offer. We bought 2 silk Turkish rugs. After  three months of shopping for the house Graham is starting to get a bit twitchy whenever we spend money.

Home at last and we were able to watch the mountain bike event racing around our village.  Some of the streets, including ours, had been closed to traffic so we were expecting big things. The route took the riders from the mairie, along the street past our house, down to the riverbank and along the riverside for about  500 metres, then up the hill through the vineyards to the forest at the top, along the ridge and back down again into the village. Turned out to be a team relay race so only a handful of riders on the course at any time – not exactly Le Tour. Fun for the participants  I’m sure but not exactly exciting to watch. Retreated home to watch french rugby on tv.

We didn’t get to the big boules competition at the park at the end of our street and there’s a pasta night at our favourite café with local musicians providing the entertainment which we may or may not venture out for as it clashes with a rugby game on tv (you get the idea, yes the season has started here already).

Not our usual Saturday, but it is the tourist season and most french people are en vacance and obviously like to be entertained.

Two brocante/vide grenier marchés in town tomorrow so up early for another big day.

À bientôt mes amis