Sunday, July 23, 2017

markets markets markets

YOUGUYS we had the nicest Sunday. We woke - slightly groggily - at the birthday boy's house, crammed some pains du chocolaté in our faces, and hit the road back to Lanquais.

We live an hour and a half away, but the scenery is alright.

On the way we had to stop back at the restaurant where we had lunch on Thursday because SOMEONE* left their kindle there last week, and on our way we passed yet another village market and hauled over to poke around. This one was a Potters Market (woooo! bowls! never enough bowls!) but the average cup started around €800 so we slouched out pretty quickly.

Pictured: pottery. DON'T EVEN LOOK AT IT

After getting the kindle, we stopped one more time, this time in neighbouring Lalinde, because someone told us that the town used to be haunted by a dragon named Coulobre who kidnapped villagers and took them back to his lair and did dragonlike things to them (namely: ate them). We had to investigate and sure enough, right there in the town pond:

I don't know how their children sleep at night.

The rest of the walk around the pond was surprisingly lovely, despite the monster's threat upon the waters:

When we finally made it back to our village, we found the road to our house closed off because ANOTHER MARKET! What a day, youguys. This one was a proper flea market, a vide grenier, my favourite. We got a sweet sweet lamp and a vintage record cabinet for EIGHT EUROS. It has GOLD INTERIOR and LIGHTS. It is the best. We have no room for it. It is living in the cellar until we figure out why we bought it other than the fact it was EIGHT EUROS and has GOLD INTERIOR and LIGHTS. 

We spent the rest of the day cleaning the house and dozing in the garden. Doing a Sunday, basically. And now I've just showered and I feel like a million bucks. Al is making dinner while I write this and after we eat all I plan to do is climb into bed with the netflix and watch half an episode of the Mentalist before falling asleep. Being an old lady is wonderful.

Big hugs and lots of love,

*Me. It was me. Shut up. 

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