On Sunday we took our fab guests K&C to the flea market in Marseillan. It's a colossal cross between a car boot sale and an antiques fair. Lots is complete tat, but occasionally you can find real treasure - which is what keeps us going to it.
Ali came across a wonderful huge black and green butter-dish. Ridiculously big and colourful. It was just before the stall-holder settled down to lunch and there were ominous spots of rain. Ali presented the dish to the woman and gently enquired the price. "I know what you're going to say - that at 15 euros it's too expensive so how about 5 euros?" said the stall-holder. Ali hadn't uttered a word. So she was thrilled. Today she's wearing a matching ensemble in its honour.
I, on the other hand, had reverse fortunes. Having spotted this sweet little dog-cart the following conversation ensued:
Me: C'est combien?
Seller: Cinquante euros
Me: Quarante?
Her: D'accord.
Foolishly I handed her a 50 euro note.
Her: Cinquante? (she's holding the dosh by now)
Ali: D'accord.
Ali to me: Were we just beaten up then?
Me: Yes, you were.
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We'll have to put that flea market on our list for next time! Thanks so much for the blog comment! I've just finished our full France blog complete with photos...
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Missing Roujan everyday,
Vonda and Edgar
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