Sunday. To market, to market to buy...

Today we headed out to a local market where we got tons of photos to work from, souvenirs, cute cheap clothing items, and a rotisserie chicken for a picnic. We drove to another village and rummaged through brocantes and junk shops. I found a vintage metal towel rack on which to hang my vintage towels (a going-away gift from my friend Daniel) for my vintage kitchen. It rained off and on all day, so we picnicked in one of those covered springs where the townspeople used to do their laundry (sorry, can't remember the French word).

 

 

 

When we got home in the evening, the sun was casting long shadows, so we conscripted Honey to pose for us...hanging laundry, picking flowers, then in the house playing the piano. Something was missing. Renoir had several paintings of two girls at the piano at the Musee d'Orsay, why shouldn't we? We conscripted Joyce from Pennsylvania to pose with Honey at the piano, and we made magic. We got hundreds of gorgeous photos to keep us busy until everyone leaves for home at the end of the week.

Dinner tonight: poached egg in wine sauce, Magret de Canard, tiramisu. Oy Veh.