Aix en Provence [the locals
call it, simply, Aix, pronounced "Aches"] calls itself the City of Water and
Art. Located 15 miles north of Marseilles, the community of 140,000 also
has a reputation as a college town of liberal thinkers.
It took us a while to become accustomed to the turn-abouts that substitute for
street lights, but we finally made our way downtown where the buildings are
clustered together and streets narrower than Olive Oyl.
Our objective this morning was to reconnoiter with Arlette and Daniel Peyraud at
the market near the Happy Day cafe. With the help of local resident, a
former English teacher, we were led through the winding streets to the market.
Pam and Meredith enrolled in a cooking workshop at the Chateau de Clapier, where
Daniel Peyraud is the chef. The four of them met at the market and then
left for the Chateau, some 30 miles out of Aix. Reed and I moseyed around
the market for a while, but since it was Sunday, most of the shops were closed.
One that was not closed was this butcher shop. Look closely in the window.
Yes, those are cute little bunny rabbits waiting for some pot or stove.
I
thought I could buy a lottery ticket here but learned that Casino is the name of
a retail giant in France.