Sunday Morning Market

Stephane and Patrick, our hosts, offered to take us to the Sunday morning open market, just across the river from old Lyon. A quick walk, and suddenly everything we could desire to eat was available to us... fresh veggies, fresh fruits, fresh meats, fresh breads... and flowers. The market extended for several blocks.


How about breads?



Need some garlic?


Some flowers for the table?


Never seen so many chickens roasting on a spit...


And on the side, the "chef" is roasting little potatoes with sausage...


The boys are very particular about which vendor for which product. If we want apricots, only certain stall will do... (they grow their own or are particular about their sources). Leafy greens (salade verte)? Then another stall. Meats? Here is their favorite butcher:


Note the "ham" loafs... the bacon and ham varieties we've had with meals are incredibly tasty, nothing like it at home. And a selection of his poullet and rabbit...



Here are our happy shoppers with a favorite produce salesperson. She was quite fun, wish I could have understood what she was laughing about (me?)...


And another pic of Lacey, Patrick, and Stephane... Patrick shares my phobia of crowds and was ready to leave... he'd arrived early and was very kind to stick it out and share his knowledge of the market vendors.


And I escaped to the pedestrian bridge to wait for Lacey to get a last minute apricot purchase.


Then past a recommended bakery for croissants, but we were too late, all gone for the day... but there was this chocolate/almond pastry...

After we returned to the apartment, the boys showed up with some wonderful fresh basil (they grow their own). They also gave us two small rounds of St. Marcellin cheese. This is a soft cheese, somewhat like brie, but local to the Lyon area and much better than any brie I've had. Real men eat St. Marcellin! The boys get it from the same source as Paul Bocuse (a world famous chef who's main restaurant is in Lyon).