All the conditions were finally right for the trip to the market. Aren't you in suspense of how this exciting tale ends? Well, we got to the market and it looked great- but really not that much better than the corner market near our flat. But we are full of the Gaelic spirit, with our baguette under our arm, we skipped to start the shopping....
There are no bargains here folks. We bought fresh fish highly recommended by an Irish man- also admiring the wonders of the market. We were going to load up. Regroup!!! The average price of the fish was $30. a kilo. We gulped and bought half a kilo, took it home and either my culinary skills killed the flavor or it is not that much better than fresh fish from home. We pretended it was.
Don't tell Jeff this, but I am hoping to do the bulk of the shopping around the flat. Less to carry and not great difference to an untrained palate.
We went around town again today and here are a couple of
pictures from our outing. The one with the fountain is one of the most recognizable sites for Aix. The other one, where the building is shaped like books is a library.
We met a lady from Spain who spoke French well and we had a chance to practice our conversational French. We are desperate for chances to speak. Today, we had a visit from trio of Jehovah's Witness. Our landlord advised us not to answer the buzzer for solicitors but in retrospect, we think we should have talked to the religious fanatics and practice our French. Live and learn. We are looking forward to the next visit. They won't know what hit them. They talking about God and the Scriptures and we telling them about our day. C'est tout.
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