The weekly Carpentras markat was this morning, this time of the year there is a lot of holiday buying, and the market covers the entire old town as it does in the summer. Probably several hundred individual sellers of all kinds of food products, plants, clothing, household goods, textiles, everything you can imagine. Its truffle time here, the Vaucluse being a center of truffle production. On Friday mornings there is a truffle market in front of the tourist office, where specialists sell truffles and baby truffle oaks, and there are informational presentations about their cultivation, uses, etc. A man was making truffle omelet and handing out samples. I know very little about it, but plan to learn more.
After shopping for my chicken (cooked) and vegetables (not cooked) I went to my favorite boulangerie/patisserie for a big coffee with hot milk (called a “grande creme”, and an almond croissant. I took this photo of the market while inside eating my treats. Matichon is as good as any place I ever went in Paris, a family owned and operated business for many years in the heart of the old city of Carpentras. In fact, Carpentras is a very old city, for example, has the oldest Jewish synagogue in France. It also has many Muslins, and the market reflects their influence. Last week I stopped at a crosswalk for a Muslim man in traditional dress, as I would stop for any pedestrian, and as he crossed in front of my car he turned, and offered me a stalk of fresh dates. I was very touched! I ate the dates! I guess Donald Rump would deport him. I’m very fortunate.
I’m catching up on some posts I never got done. This one features donkeys, such charming animals. There is man who brings his donkeys to Pernes Les Fontaines most Saturdays, which is market day. They hang around one of the churches, where there is a small “place” (plaza) with a couple of cafes. The donkeys come right up to the table where their owner is having his beverage . Pernes is a very lovely small town/big village about ten minutes from where I live. What a nice country, where there are donkeys hanging around town.
Here are a couple of photos from my dog walk last week. Mont Ventoux dominates the landscape, as you can see. The pyracantha, which self seed here as in many parts of the world, look great in the fall. Too thorny for me to want to cultivate in the garden, but there are many along the roadsides and in disused fields. Some people use them as a property hedge, quite tall, and if pruned right they are a wall of red this time of the year, and in the spring a wall of white. Beautiful.
It seems like time to again change the name of the blog, since it has changed locations from Roquebrun, Herault to Mazan, Provence. I may have spoken to some of you about France being “The Land of Non!” as that seems to be the default response when dealing with businesses, bureaucracy, etc. Sometimes you can turn it into “Oui!” particularly if you can convince the other person that they thought of the solution.
For all of you who love shopping and eating in France, I’m offering this tidbit from the weekly mailing of a local supermarket (Intermarche). In case you thought you would have trouble finding a pig’s head for your holiday table. True, its only a half, and there are *no brains* and *no tongue* but it does come with a couple of feet. Better get there quick before it sells out.
I’ve been quite remiss about updating what’s going on here, my move, the new house, etc. So instead I offer you Mr. Toad, who I discovered in my gardening shoe when cleaning up outside yesterday. Adorable.
Not posted for a long time. I’ve been in a rental house in Provence for six months, and now moving to the new house(s) with Doris. These are photos of what I bought today at the vide grenier in Velleron. Aren’t you jealous …….
If you’ve been to the British Museum you may have seen various “hoards” on display, often gold, dating to Roman times and later. Well, this is the Roquebrun Hoard, dating to the turn of the most recent century, found right here under my stairs down from the road! When I was cleaning things out last fall my rake hit something metal, which turned out to be a somewhat rusted cash register drawer, upside down, and under it were these coins. They are mostly French, some Spanish, a couple of English, all in the “old” pre-euro money, i.e., without value. It is evidence of some petty burglary, done when this house was uninhabited, which was probably known to the perp, as they would not otherwise have come down and stashed the evidence here. It also indicates they knew the village, and were probably residents. I’m guessing it would have been the tabac or the grocery store. They probably kept the bills, and if it was after 2000 there would have been some euro coins. Francs could still be used until 2002. That’s all I know.