Uzes Saturday Market
Dr Jan’s Europe Trip June July 2010
Uzes Saturday Market Day
Another very hot day looming so we got to the market of 200 stalls spread over the Place des Herbes and down the main street by 9.15 for our almond croissants and coffee and “people watching”.
Then into the fray – tasted some hard/soft creamish cheese to choose, viand terrine,canard froie gras, white asparagus, plump cherries, St Quentin baguette –all designed for lunch at home!
We so wanted to get a “book your chook and tatas” but it just didn’t fit our menu planning with only 2 days left in Uzes.
(The story of the book your chook” comes from the time we stayed in the town of Vence north of Nice, when we planned a chicken rotisserie lunch. When John went down specially at the anointed time to collect a chicken – seeing them all lined up ready- he was devastated to be told that there were no more chickens and the ones waiting had been prepaid – hence” book your chook’ is the lesson we learned.
We also say “You have to pay to pee” and therefore “see one, do one” in regard to using the loo at a cafe as a “practice pee” because the next one you need you will have to pay for.
My French intern, Fatima, says that France has dirty public toilets and yet you still have to pay for them. My nose knows I wouldn’t dare try one but Johnny can get by.
We both bought more stylish hats for the European summer to replace our Aussie style baseball caps. Then John went home to have a sunbake and try out our apartment block pool but I was not ready yet. I was on a mission to buy a Tshirt that I could wear whenever…found a mauve one for 10 euro – John is mortified I didn’t get black – fancy that!
I also got a topaz bling turtle keychain and one of those bag holders of bling that I always coveted from the Clifton Hill shoe shop – was one third of the price too!
I staggered home in the heat to escape the midday sun and crowd and to embrace the “lunch from heaven” on the balcony. A big siesta followed as you can imagine. Then John had a plonge in the pool and I splashed my feet – still a bit cold yet.
Up to the town at 5pm to the Fountain under the trees for the free wifi and Rose wine and people watching. We heard car horns and rowdy shouts and guessed that a political rally was happening. To our surprise it was a wedding and the bride and groom lead the procession in an open red sportscar. The bride was sitting high in the front and waving like she was the Moomba queen in the Melbourne parade. It caught my breath it was such a charming pageant with all the subsequent guests in cars hooting and tooting as they passed.
Home by 7.30 with Johnny’s bottle of cognac for his traditional Saturday night ritual.
We had more roast duck breast Magret (cooked to perfection in the fan-forced oven), mushroom sauce, snow peas and potatoes followed by sweet cherries – all the time sitting on the balcony watching the light change through the trees as the sun sets by 9.30.