Croissant and coffee are my revivalists. They renewed and restored. They also reminded me how absolutely ridiculous it is that I don’t speak one word of French. Except for “un cafe e un croissant.”. And a lyric from a song I learned in the 70’s which could be considered over sharing that early in the morning. I moved on to the meat market where they have a good selection of fruit and vegetables to keep the revival going. I bought cherries, apples, red leaf lettuce, carrots, and fresh peas and ate them all for lunch with a beautiful baguette and local goat cheese.
Today I shop for all my lovelies who arrive tomorrow. I’ll decide what we’ll eat our first evening when I get to the shop and then on to Saturday morning’s open market. It’s been going in Bourgueil for 750 years.