A sunlit morning at the end of May, about to be spent meandering around the local village market, emersing ourselves in a weekly activity that goes back centuries. What better way to experience everyday French life whilst on holiday.
The market is always awash with colour. A petite, French blue cardigan, a patterned top of delicate butterflies, with silver accessories seemed the ideal choice for our foray. Simple, yet chic.
I freely admit that blue is my favourite colour and I love wearing different shades of blue together. The vividness of cobalt blue just lights up my day. The cardigan has a very pretty trellis-like pattern down the sleeve, which you can just make out in the photograph. And even the buttons have their own characteristic. They have a silver edge.
C’est un cardigan avec je ne sais quoi, mes amis.
I love butterflies in nature but I can take them or leave them when they’re on clothes. However, there was something about the butterflies on this top that attracted me. Maybe it’s because the butterflies are plain white as opposed to coloured, making their shape stand out more against the navy stripes, balancing out the white band at the bottom. They look as if they’ve been block printed onto the material by hand.
The butterflies are fluttering and soaring their way to my
shoulders, drawing the eyeline upward. The bonus is that this gives me the
illusion of length. And at 5’1″, I need all the length I can get!
And I couldn’t resist the scallop shell hem. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I adore scallops. No siree, not at all, *ahem*.
The silver strands are actually two separate necklaces. It was
fitting that I wore them on holiday as it was a home-coming for them. I’d bought them on our previous
visit to the South of France.
I often pair
them as they make more of an impression when worn together. They
compliment each other, without competing against each other.
Ssssh, between you and me, one often sulks when the other one is worn on it’s own; better to keep the peace and all.
There’s something quite visually satisfying about circles I find.
On market day you easily walk miles without realising it. More so in my case. I love to browse, peruse and ponder each stall, often going back through the market several times (which quite often tests the endurance of TallBrownFox!), soaking up every last detail, so as not to miss anything.
My silver leaf sandals kept my feet cool and comfortable accompanied by my trusty .99p thrifted, silver bag. These two are pretty much inseparable! They’re so content in each other’s company. Here they are together when I took then on a day trip to Nice.
And from a silver bag to straw ones.
You’ll find these colourful shopping baskets in every market. I love the vibrancy of the colours. The hot pinks and zesty oranges always catch my eye. But what amused me on this particular stall were the two bags hanging centrally from the canopy. Can you see them?
Clue: they’re red, white and blue. Deep in the heart of the Var, I find bags with the Union Jack on them!
Back chez nous after a morning of meandering in the market, we savoured our shopping spoils at lunch. In the market there is a paella stand, where the paella is cooked in enormous pans in front of you. Chicken, prawns, mussels, baby octopi, squid and red peppers, all cooked in saffron and rice. I’m drooling as I type. Excuse me, I just need to mop up my keyboard.
It’s become a tradition when we’re en vacances that we
a) HAVE to visit the local market
b) we HAVE to buy paella from the market.
This is non-negotiable!
And what better liquid to accompany the paella than a glass of the local rosé – L’Oppidum. Cheers.
I sensibly took off my necklaces before scoffing. Didn’t fancy getting an octopus leg stuck in one of them. Not a look I could pull off.
And for dessert, we indulged in a little sweet and savoury. We bought delicious, juicy cherries from the market plus two types of le fromage du chèvre – goat’s cheese.
The cheese is made by a local farmer. He has one of the tiniest stands in the market yet he often has the longest queue! He only sells goat’s cheese and clearly has producing it down to a fine art. The best goat’s cheese is produced between March and November, so we were buying pretty much at its peak.
He sells about 6 or so different varieties. We normally buy them covered in herbs but sadly he’d sold out of those by the time we got there (note to self; get up earlier on market day!). The one on the left is covered in peppercorns; TallBrownFox favoured this one. The one on the right is demi-sec; my favourite. Demi-sec is where a white or yellow rind begins to form on the cheese. This little sphere of tastiness has probably been aged for about 15 days or so.
I’ll be doing a separate post on the market itself as French markets are such a cultural experience. Do you like exploring markets as much as I do? Do you come back laden with tasty goodies and/or vintage clothes and trinkets?
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