We went to the market at Excideuil today which is a very old quaint town with the market in winding narrow streets closed to cars. The town is overlooked by the imposing castle (no time to explore it thought I am afraid).
I love the selection of items for sale in a French market which we don’t get in England – the saussisons stalls, the big rounds of cheese, whole stalls of onions and garlic – and in such a tourist region, perhaps a few snails to take home as souvenirs. (The children turned these down).
But I also just love wandering the streets and enjoying the old buildings, the traditional shutters and signage.