The view from France: Disbelief, shock and horror
Source: www.thevillager.com. Posted on 16 September 2005.
Thursday morning is market day here; the town bursts with a brilliant array of vibrant colors and marvelous aromas, the magnificent bounty - despite the serious summer drought - of the Provençal soil and Mediterranean sea. Last week I met my friends Edie and Hugo at the Brasserie de la Bourse for a late-morning market-day coffee that, as so often happens, evolved into lunch. Hugo and Edie live in Manhattan and have a vacation home in Provence; they both grew up in the American South.
In typical Provençal style, our moule frites lunch gently stretched to four hours. The superb New Orleans jazz trio that works the Nyons market was blasting us out of our seats with melodious jive and we finally moved to a quieter table where we could talk.
