My husband and I took Beau with us and went to the local farmers' market on Saturday morning. The cool bike is one that was being raffled off and, unfortunately, I did not win it. Look at the hippy van -- it is so totally me. The gentleman comes every week with a guest chicken or rooster and if you get there early enough he has wonderful colored guinea fowl eggs for sale. He is a wealth of information for anyone who wants to raise some chickens. I wish I could. I am sure it would be a no-no in my community.
This week there were some plein air artists on site displaying their artistic techniques. What talent. The window filled with lovely things is the museum shop. The market is held on the grounds of the historical society.
We had a lovely three day weekend holiday and I hope you all did, too. Tonight we had dinner with friends who just returned from a three week trip to France (a week of which was on a river boat). I am so jealous. Abbie brought me back a photo she had taken of Edith Piaf's grave at the famous cemetery in Paris where so many well-known people are buried (Oscar Wilde, Simone Signoret, Chopin, Jim Morrison, etc.) Edith Piaf is a favorite of mine.
Bon soir, everyone!
