Today is market day here; it happens every Thursday and I impatiently await it. I awake early and traipse off to the “centre ville” right after having my breakfast consisting of a green smoothie (yes, I consume them, but not –heaven forbid- to live like a chimpanzee or have their health, but because I find them delicious) and a bran cracker. Continue reading
market day
MY DAY IN SALIES
For my brother, Michael
Day chez moi begins before it is light although having left the winter solstice behind I hope the days begin to get longer. Still, the sun takes its time in arriving in Salies because there are hills to the East, and the one closest to my house is called “Sweet Roll” or, literally, Sugar Bread (Pain de Sucre). Continue reading
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