Fermé le Lundi

Fermé le Lundi (closed on Monday). You see that a lot on our street. The veggie market, the ham shop, the fish monger, the food hall -- all closed on Monday. We're thinking it's because those places are all open on Sundays.

So, as we were unable to squeeze tomatoes or sample ham shavings, we strolled around town and took care of some loose ends so the rest of summer would go smoothly. We got round-trip train tickets to Beziers (the town nearest the hamlet where the Goldsteins live -- we're exchanging homes with them for August and September). Honey's ticket was only 5 euros each way -- first class. It's a dog's life in France.

We also paid for the other apartment we'll be staying in for a couple of weeks in October. It's the same place we rented last fall. Much more spartan and quite a bit smaller than our current deluxe digs, but the balcony there is huge. Outdoor living at its finest.

While on our stroll, I found a second-hand bookshop and bought this:



Yep. Fannie Flagg's Fried Green Tomatoes in French. I'm hoping my knowledge of the movie (“You’re just a bee charmer, Idgie Threadgoode”) will help me with my limited French vocabulary.

Bon chance (good luck), Alec!