Mon fils is visiting me in Uzes. Nothing could make me happier than to show him the sights and to introduce him to my new friends.
First stop was Saturday market in Uzes. Even though the tourist season is over, the market this week was busy. These days there are many American and other English voices heard in the crowds. My guess is that this is the time of year property owners come to town. Many apartments and homes are being snapped up by Francophiles.
Claude the cheese man was one of our first stops at the market. His “green” cheese with pistachios is one of my favorites. When he met my son, they started teasing with each other right away.
The farmer with the chèvre from the “French Farmer” post was handing out his cheese samples, as always. When I told him about my blog where he was featured, I was surprised he already knew about it! Apparently someone shopping that morning had written the link to the site on a piece of paper for him. He pulled the wrinkled note out from under his cash box to show it to me….with a big grin, I might add.
For me it was final shopping day before packing up my belongings to head to the States for a visit. There were clothes I’d been eyeing for some time that now, I couldn’t resist. Oh.. that I could pass up some of these tops and jackets!
While walking through the rows of vendors I ran into friends I’d met last week in San Quentin La Poterie. It’s an interesting story how we became friends.
For months I have been receiving emails from a cafe in San Quentin that puts on monthly musical events and dinner. The cafe is tiny and tucked in between pottery shops on one of the narrow street of the town.
This particular night an English friend who is moving to Uzes was in town so it was a good time to try out the dinner concert. We were early getting to the cafe and we had our choice of seating. Instead of going to a table for two, the hostess suggested we sit at a table for six. She knew that four French ladies had reservations and that some of them spoke English. She thought it would be fun for us to get to know each other.
Fortunately my friend speaks French quite well because when the ladies arrived, only one spoke English. For a short while, the conversation was a bit reserved since we could not all join in. However, in no time, we were laughing and communicating with broken English and French the best we could. The evening was such a success that my friend and I were invited back during the week to visit with the four again for a birthday party.
So thanks to the hostess at the cafe, now I have more new friends and a welcoming place to go on another Saturday night.
Friends meeting Pete for lunch after the Saturday Market at Le Provencal. Check out those yummy salads… even better with fries on top!