One of the things I love about living in the middle of a French village, is that you do not need to go far to do your shopping.
Infact the "shops" come to us, every Thursday morning and there is nothing nicer than strolling around the market, taking in the sounds and smells unique to a market in France.
I love the way that the French vendors spend hours carefully arranging their wares, chatting to one another as they do so.
It makes shopping at a supermarket almost boring but then I am not a huge fan of large supermarkets and often manage to loose Mr FF and then spend, what seems like hours wandering up and down the aisles trying to find him. Note I also do this in hardware stores and feel like a lost child, that said my dream is to get lost in a clothes store which is probably Mr FF's idea of a nightmare......
And you happen to miss the market then there is sure to be another not far from the village in which you live, on a different day, which is great for the shopping addicts amongst us.
…à la prochaine…