Mon petit chou
Up early to visit the market. Checked in at the bakery first for some fresh pains au chocolate and bread. Madame wasn't there but her assistant was tres jolie as ever. A handwritten sign about a temporary closure for a change of ownership was a sad reminder that things are about to change.
I walked through the market with Rich. We bought fruit and vegetables from his favorite vendor. We had ripe pears for breakfast. We sampled a selection of goat cheeses before deciding on a creamy, a hard and an ashy. The little round cheeses are called crottins, I think (wordreference.com says that crottin can also mean "horse dung").
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