French Market

Oysters

Ah the French Market, white wine and oysters at ten in the morning. It is so much fun. And such an inspiring place. The smells of olives, home made caramel, lavender, flowers. The shapes, the colors. When I came home we ate in the garden, I made a salad with wild greens (bought from a lovely elderly couple that cultivate the best tasting veggies),  honey for the mountains around us and runny fresh goat cheese.
Do you have a nice market in your town?

Market




Wild greens






 That evening I made penne with fresh tomato, white beans and roasted baby aubergine.