I don’t know about you, but I’m longing to get outdoors, to see a bit of green, to eat some fresh produce plucked straight from a garden. This weekend I came across these pictures from our trip to France in 2012. We were lucky enough to stumble upon the village market day, and spent a happy morning picking up provisions for a picnic lunch. If you’re lusting after outdoor farmer’s markets as much as I am, these pictures are a happy reminder of what’s to come.
As gorgeous as the market was, the weather was not. Drizzle turned into downpour and we opted to eat our picnic on the floor in our B&B. Because the floors were original chevron, it wasn’t such a hardship.