A Morning At The Market
The markets and its vendors are two of the reasons I love living in France. While waiting in line at my favorite cheese and butter truck at the Bayeux market yesterday, I passed the time snapping a few photos and watching the interactions between the salespeople and the customers in front of me. There's always a lot of banter and discussion, which often includes serving and cooking advice. You really can't be in a hurry when you go to the market. After the requisite bonjour , the man who works there very randomly and totally out of the blue started singing. It was just too funny and I couldn't resist...so in a very tongue-in-cheek way I asked him if he did concerts in his spare time. He jokingly responded that his day job was selling cheese and his night job was as a lounge singer, which sent the two women working with him into hysterical fits of laughter and got a chuckle from all of us waiting in line for our cheese. When it was finally my turn and before I could even sa
