I often talk about the Farmer’s market that’s happening right under my windows, pretty much every day of the week (except Mondays); special mention to the marching band playing every Sunday from 10:00 am ’til noon. Yep, no sleeping in later than 10:00 am when you’re living on Boulevard de la Croix-Rousse.
This weekend has been one of the coldest we have known so far this year. The entire region was hit with snow last week (to the point my bus left me three stops before my destination on Wednesday, and I had to finish by foot, in the snow…) but that doesn’t mean the same routine is not going on, on Sunday morning, like every other Sunday morning. Except, this time, I remembered to snap a few shots before starting my shopping.
I wish I could share the sound of the marching band and the smell of rotisserie chicken, but at least you’ll get an idea of what goes down around here.
Seasonal fruit and veggies of all sort (guess where that apple crumble pie came from…)
My favorite stop, of course, the cheese stand…
Some flowers to keep a little bit of spring in the house
And a local delicacy: saucisson! I really missed that when I was in the States…