Go to Libourne market. Years since I've been. And it’s a great market. Last time here saw a disreputable looking guy acting very suspicious with a sack of .... stolen goods? ... when police car erupted into the square and four burly cops surrounded him. But not an arrest; they just wanted the first 'ceps'.
'Ceps' are in today. Not local; not enough rain till today. But from Correze. Always sold by gangsters. Or gangster lookalikes.
They figure you for a tourist and you always have to return the first bag which with sleight of hand they fill with diseased looking junk. It’s a ritual. Super choice of breads and cheeses. It’s a delight. Even in a downpour.
Last night we had sat out eating Hannah's wood-fired oven pizzas in the yard.. so warm. But tonight we light a big fire in the kitchen to dry out. Phil and Lauren just arrived from Oz - Phil is Henry's winemaking mentor, makes the wonderful Longwood wines with the Red Heads McLaren crowd - and immediately cooks us a Coq au Vin. Hannah has a rival. This competition is good for the rest of us.
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