Husband and I took a long trip on Saturday to collect the cedar we're going to use to rebuild our terrace. It was to a village called Fournes-Cabardès in the Aude. At one of our stops on the way, he picked this fragrant little bouquet for me:
I thought it very sweet, then took a closer look at one of the leaves and found a bonus. Sorry for the insect now obliged to fly about with one wing less, I was at the same time delighted to happen upon this visual treasure:
Sunday it was a quick morning trip to the market in Aimargues, to pick up the rib steaks that we had ordered from the butcher we heard sells some very fine meat. In the cotton-candy-and-crêpe stand, I found breakfast. It makes me smile how this is called here, pomme d'amour, "apple of love." Sexy, huh?
At the far end of the market, we discovered a little brocantes or vintage fair going on. From a soft-spoken old man, I bought these:
Your turn now. How was your weekend?