AT THE MARKET IN CERET

 

Well, yesterday rushed right by while we recuperated from our Cassoulet Misadventure in Carcassonne.  By late afternoon, we carefully felt our way into Amelie and searched out the "wee-fee".  A very small café just to the right of the bridge offered an isolated corner designed for crazy Americans and Brits who "absolutely positively, Monsieur,  must check our most vital Facebook, Twitter and Instagram accounts".  Voila!  A bit of trivial trivia and we are on the road to recovery.  Now, perhaps, a little wine or beer will complete our cure.  Oh, yes...          

 

Today, we've driven to Ceret--a very few miles as the crow flies--for their famed weekly Saturday Market.  You know already that I'm going to tell you Ceret is a beautiful village and, yes, it definitely is.  The Market winds through a neighborhood of shops, restaurants and offices.  If it exists, it's here somewhere in the jumble.  We "ooh" and "ah" over hand-crafted jewelry, luxuriously inexpensive scarves, cashmere (maybe) sweaters, provincial pottery, linens and produce.  Oh, the produce!  Gorgeous produce.  Fresh, smooth, flawless, and just off-loaded from the cute little Lego trucks still parked close by.       

 

 

Tomatoes, for starters.  Each one is perfect. 

 

And cheese--ah, the cheese.  Creamy, luxurious, rich, delicious...
 

 

A bit of lettuce, Madame?  Why oui, of course. 

  

Onions?  Garlic?  Oui, oui, oui!

 

And meats.  Despite my background in beef parts, I have no idea what most of this is, but isn't it great just to look at it?

 

Ah Madame, the chocolat.  Just a few.  Merci 

 

And these would be--sponges?  Unexpected, but fascinating.

 

And, late afternoon on Gaynor's sun-drenched patio, we enjoy the fruits of the day, and the chicken, and vegies, and bread, and wine...and forever memories.