We've been back in France for a little over a week and not much has happened. We've been trying to recover from the long five day drive from Montrose to Montreal, jet lag and then the heat and humidity here. We had planned to go to the Mirepoix market last Monday, but we just didn't have enough energy to make it happen. This week, we were there bright and early. As usual, I noticed things.
I saw this mannequin just shortly after seeing the little dog. It had a surprising appearance, somewhat like Margaret Thatcher. Upon closer inspection I realized that I was looking at the backside of the mannequin, with the sun shining through from the other side. I was looking at the concave side of the object, the unfinished plastic side.
Here is what it looked like from the front with chipped paint and 50's like countenance. Tres belle, from both sides.
Notice the chalkboard menu placed outside the restaurant, where soon customers will have lunch outside in the fresh air and sunshine. Tucked away in the corner is a little handwritten sign advertising their willingness to attempt to speak English. Truth in advertising. No "English Spoken Here" or "We Are Snooty, Speak French". It looked like a wonderful place. The owner unlocked the door as I was standing there taking the photos. He had armed himself with bagloads of fresh produce from the teeming market outside his door. We must try it soon.
And of course, someone brings a goat to the market, why I don't know.