I can’t stand the rain, against my window


Up and out to the market. It’s a Sunday what else would you expect?

Today was a little different though – why traipse to the bus stop, wait for the bus, take the bus, walk to the market when I could run there just as quickly?

So that’s what I did – packed my bag pack full of shopping bags, waterproofs and running paraphernalia and off I went down the hill to the market.
As I set off I realised that I wasn’t 100% sure where I was actually going….I mean I’d taken the route on the bus every day yet some of the roads were definitely not pedestrian friendly and I wasn’t sure if there was a quicker way :/

My run was a little meandering and I was absolutely drenched in the rain but hey, it was a nice start to the day πŸ™‚
I was told before I left that the French aren’t really interested in running, it’s simply not very French. I can assure you that there are plenty of runners here even though we were a little thin on the ground once I made it to the market!
One stall holder did compliment me on my lovely blue flowery waterproof jacket – the fact that I had no idea what she was talking about to begin with made it a little awkward but hey, we got there in the end!

The nice thing about the food at the market is that they are so fresh and so natural that you literally don’t need to do anything to them. At home I would have baulked at the idea of eating slabs of cheese and tomato for lunch but here they taste so good that it simply seems like a shame not to! πŸ™‚

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