The story of our family of five six that has been uprooted from a city on the plains of Canada and find ourselves in a village in the French Alpes.

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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Un Marché






Saturday is market day in Pézenas - an event not to be missed. The market combines the laid-back attitude of the Mediterranean, with shopping outdoors in the southern sun, with enjoying all that the area can produce so well: olives, melons, tomatoes, seafood, plus so many other fruits, vegetables and cheese from neighboring regions.


Unfortunately the southern sun that we had turned into a monsoon-like thunderstorm while we were there. The boys and I fled to a side street and ducked into an arched stone entrance to a garage to avoid the worst of it.  The others were not so easily thrown off their quest.  We all eventually retreated back to Uncle Milton & Auntie Sharon’s place in time to watch the downspouts turn into fire hoses which made the narrow streets more like canals.






 We enjoyed a ‘market lunch’ - which means eating whatever is bought at the market that morning - which basically is all kinds of good.

We then got a tour of their next project - a significant centuries-old ruin not far from their house.  Wow - some people really know how to take it easy in retirement.










 We went wine-tasting that evening and met up at the winemakers house with some friends from home (home here- not Canada home) who were also spending the long weekend down south and a music prof that taught at the University in the small town that my Dad did 25 years ago.




  The whole thing  felt almost more “it’s a small world” than the Disnelyand ride. The wine is made on the main floor - they live on the floor above. The winemakers are a British couple that left their hectic lives in London as Lawyer & Financier - to move to New Zealand to learn winemaking, then find a vineyard outside of Caux.  They now have an amazing production of wine - not in terms of quantity - but quality.  (you can find out more about them here)  To hear of their personal tending to their vines, the hand-picking, the complete lack or chemical treatment - is quite impressive.  But the proof is in the bottle.  Pretty nice wine production for a small town that doesn’t even have a traffic light (not that we have one here either..)

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