Day 1…
Today started with a super lazy breakfast - which actually ended up becoming brunch. Day 1 in France usually means food shopping, so after navigating our way through the back streets of St Medard in our flashy new hire car (see the picture… who ever thought that bright red 'accents' was a good look) we finally arrived.
Before we even made it to the supermarket I noticed a shop nearby and just had to take a closer look. Why? Well, the shop was called 'Real Chocolat' - I was already sold - not only that, but it was pink and when I say pink, I mean PINK inside and out, I just couldn't resist. The service in the shop was fab, the assistant was really helpful..we managed with a combination of 'pigeon English and French' and a series of extravagant hand gestures - its great fun when you can't quite understand each others language. She gave us some suggestions, including her own favourites and was happy for us to try what ever took our fancy - which of course I didn't turn down. Overall the shopping experience was great and its fair to say I came out with a large bag full of 'goodies'.
Before we even made it to the supermarket I noticed a shop nearby and just had to take a closer look. Why? Well, the shop was called 'Real Chocolat' - I was already sold - not only that, but it was pink and when I say pink, I mean PINK inside and out, I just couldn't resist. The service in the shop was fab, the assistant was really helpful..we managed with a combination of 'pigeon English and French' and a series of extravagant hand gestures - its great fun when you can't quite understand each others language. She gave us some suggestions, including her own favourites and was happy for us to try what ever took our fancy - which of course I didn't turn down. Overall the shopping experience was great and its fair to say I came out with a large bag full of 'goodies'.
Having left the mouth-watering delights of 'Real Chocolat' (much to my dismay) we made our way in to Leclerc, the supermarket. Personally, I love going food shopping in foreign countries and looking at all the different food that they have and comparing it to that of the shops we have in Wales. Some things however I do not enjoy, like seeing fully intact, (but short of its furry coat) rabbit at the meat counter along with horse. Mid shop I decided that I was getting a bit peckish and I managed to find bread tasters, which I ended up visiting on multiple occasions.
My Auntie has been having 'mole issues' (the animal kind) and during dinner the next door neighbour, Eveline (aka the 'Mole Catcher') visited with tools in hand to help out… lets see if it works.
Mmmm... think we may need another visit!
The best thing about holidaying in France has to be the fact that you can eat as much bread and cheese as you like and still be considered normal.
Thanks for reading,
Martha x
*All images unless stated are photographed and copyrighted by Martha Sanders
Thanks for reading,
Martha x
*All images unless stated are photographed and copyrighted by Martha Sanders
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