After our epic trip to Blois, we decided to lay low for a day. We headed to a nearby town for their local market - up and over the big hill and past the lakes. I guess we were totally spent because we didn't take one picture of that cute little market! Oh, and it was killer hot again so we were also moving pretty slow. We did manage to capture a photo of our lunch which resulted from the trip.
We finally picked les groseilles (red currants) in the yard. There were tons and we donated a couple of bowl-fulls to the next door neighbours, one of whom is originally from the US. That lead to an invitation to join them for a drink. They were having friends over to watch the World Cup Final - a lovely group of people, mostly English speaking wives and French husbands. So, the husbands watched the game, and Shea and the ladies had interesting conversation around curse words in various languages. Lots of fun and educational too!
That looks absolutely heavenly. I would have flown to France for this meal alone!
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