To Market, to market

I enjoy wandering through a supermarket when I am in a different part of the country or a different part of the world. I am relaxed and not trying to figure out what we need, what we will eat, how to stretch the budget.

I shared a bit about the supermarket I wandered through in Germany.

Recently when we were on holiday in France, I had an opportunity to wander through a small supermarket. The week before I had done most of the shopping at a small shop on the campground where we were staying. It was the end of the season and it was not that stocked. The same was true at the second camp that we stayed out but there I walked to town and wandered through a small supermarket.

I find it interesting to see the things in cans. I didn't see any brands here that I was familiar with but they looked familiar.

The cereal aisle in the USA seems to be a bit aisle full of lots of options from healthy to sugar and all kinds of things in between. I was a bit surprised at the size of this section. It wasn't a whole aisle or even half of an aisle but just a few boxes.

You cannot skip the chocolate aisle. Many of these looked familiar to us. I still thing of the delicious dark chocolate with hazelnuts that we got years ago in Ukraine.

Here is a bit more of the cereal aisle. I do see some things there that I recognise.

I think one of the things that we noticed in the crisps/chips aisle is the fact that in English they are called chips. The flavours were a variety of things we know and things that we didn't really want to try -- roasted chicken.

I thought of my parents when I saw the ice cream. When we visited this summer the Snicker ice cream bars were an evening treat.

It was fun to wander and see things in the supermarket.

One of the mornings we walked another direction and found that it was market day. Various people had stands selling their goods. It feels like you are shopping local.  These looked like they were picked.

The fruits and vegetables looked so good. Miss K did buy some garlic to use for our dinner. She used the little French she knows saying, "bon jour" and then handed him the money.

There was a stand selling all kinds of cheese. If we were staying longer, I would have bought some to try.

Of course a French village would not be complete without at least one Patissier. In these village there were at least two. I think most days we bought a baguette and ate the whole thing that day or for breakfast the next day. We did enjoy some other treats from there.

We enjoyed some delicious food some of which we cooked and some we ate out. Crepes were a favourite. Now we want to learn how to make them at home.

Beth