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Sitting on a bench by the cathedral for a lunch of Toulouse sausage and Provençal potatoes followed by an apple and Calvados crêpe makes us feel as if we are fitting a swatch of holiday into our day. We stock up with croissants, baguette, olives, cheeses and garlic. It makes me realise that we're overdue for a visit to rural France. 'Bonjour, ça va?' smiles the man on the crêpe stall, who recognises me because I drew him back in the spring, when the French market last came to town. He's a painter himself, exhibiting portraits of women in strong colours
back home in Brittany. I've yet to see any of his artwork, but he's something
of an artist in preparing, flipping and folding wafer thin crêpes.
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk |
Barbara
and I wanted to do something different on the anniversary of our wedding
(22 years ago today) so, not being able to get off on a weekend in the
Lake District or get ourselves organised for a long walk, we head off
across Thornes Park to the French market that is visiting
the precinct in Wakefield.