Our last night in Ste Foy on the banks of the mighty La Dordogne river was spent eating!
Well, what else would you expect.
Here is Paul, enjoying the best Atlantic oysters you've ever tasted, and chatting to a former copper, formerly from Britain. This guy was the spitting image of every overweight, trudging police inspector in every BBC television series you could name. He was also charming.
Well, what else would you expect.
Here is Paul, enjoying the best Atlantic oysters you've ever tasted, and chatting to a former copper, formerly from Britain. This guy was the spitting image of every overweight, trudging police inspector in every BBC television series you could name. He was also charming.
The entertainment for this market was a great four piece jazz band from Britain.
Snapping the sites for her blog is Alex (far left) - owner of our accommodation.
Waiting for the food - the youngsters on this table are anxiously watching the rest of their family queueing for dinner.
Not a spare seat in sight.
This is the producer of duck products - always popular. Potted terrines, foie gras and other goodies on the left and barbequed duck breast happening on the right. I had duck at the first market we attended - delicious but a bit "pink" for me even though I like meat pretty pink.
These folks were ready for dessert and had decided on ice cream.
The French eat bread with everything. So does Paul. This stall is run by one of the SEVEN boulangeries of Ste Foy. Paul calls this a town that takes it bread seriously. These three bakers look pretty serious, don't they? They also sold scrummy little pastries.
But this was the best stall. Escargots! Snails! This was one of the best dishes I have ever eaten. I'll never forget the sweet, soft, melt in your mouth, garlicky little things. I could have eaten kilos of them!
And this was second best - fresh oysters, shucked while you wait!
What a fabulous community experience these producers' markets have been.
Next - off to Italy.
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