Here in Leicester we’re lucky to have a pretty impressive covered market with a wide selection of fresh produce
But the weekly markets that spring up in villages and towns across France are just another level
Everywhere you look there’s quality fruit, veg, meats, oysters, pastries, chocolate… etc, etc, etc (does anyone else do the King and I thing and draw blank looks?)
And it’s not just the colourful sights, but the glorious smells!
One second I was craving croissants, the next I caught a whiff of saucisson and suddenly my savoury tooth kicked in
While visiting one street market, shortly after arriving on French soil, I imagined myself living in a cute little house in the village
Strolling through the market picking up tasty treats for a wonderful dinner, before popping into the boulangerie to pick up my morning baguette