There is a market on Wednesday and Sunday mornings in Loche. The vendors meander up and around most of the streets in the central shopping area, which has been pedestrianized; vehicles only allowed for deliveries. We have been to the market several times, but Wednesday was the first time Bill took his camera out of the case. I know, it's hard to believe. He has been much too busy looking and smelling and tasting and buying, to even think about picture taking!
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| The fish monger. |
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| To go food; paella, or roasted chickens, either whole or pieces, with vegies that have cooked in the drippings. The smell is so good you drool! |
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| Clothing in classic French stripes. |
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| Melons and plums. |
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| Scarves and purses for the well dressed woman. |
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| Candy! Candy! Candy! |
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| Soaps, body washes and parfums. |
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| The crowd was speaking mainly French, but we also heard British English, Dutch and German. |
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| Brightly colored handbags and backpacks. |
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| We were tempted by one of these beautiful bowls, but couldn't imagine hauling it around for the next three months without breaking the thing! |
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| Table linens, my weakness. No, I didn't buy any. |
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| You can even get a wind charger for your home. |
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| Old bicycles at a brochante stall. I don't think these will be doing much racing! |
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| Bill purchased a small bag of tomatoes to enjoy with our cheeses. |
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| Olives! |
We will be back to the market several more time during our stay, I'm sure. There is one woman who sells the best tomatoes....
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