The old market stall holder

Every Saturdays I visit his stall, I buy whatever gorgeous celery or mache he has on display. It is never a quick affair. A brief glance at my watch and I take my space in the queue . I look at his hands. Big hands with half a finger missing. I [...]

Going home

I am flying back to La Rochelle tomorrow after spending nearly a week in UK. These little babies up there are waiting for
 
me…or rather my body is crying out for them! After a regime of never ending take aways my system is finally giving up. I
 
feel like a bloated zombie and have [...]

All I wanted was a dozen Sardines…

One of the best things about La Rochelle is the market! Not only for the food but for the sheer amount of characters that you get to talk to. Going to the market is a lot more than buying food for the week-end. When you are queuing you will find yourself involved with [...]