|Paysanne vendor Madame Francine and her wonderful mandarin oranges|
I love visiting Menton's market any day of the week but around Christmas, I enjoy it even more because it's busier than usual and that makes for a lively and festive atmosphere.
This Christmas Eve though, it all went a bit pear shaped when it poured rain and the skies were heavy and grey making it seem more like a trumpet with a mute than the silver flute it usually is. Very few people had braved the rain and the vendors were worried because hardly anyone had come to buy all of their festive offerings.
Rain doesn't bother me in the least so Hubby and I were two of the few who arrived and hustled here and there, gathering this and that, all the while juggling wallet and umbrella. After shopping for an hour or so, the rain started coming down in buckets so we skedaddled back home, dragging our bulging and wet granny cart behind us.
Thank goodness New Year's Eve was a different story...
The skies were a clear bright blue, the sea was glistening, it was 10°c and the air was fresh with a breeze from the South and the market was happy and crowded. Very crowded.
|A brief break in the rain on Christmas Eve|
Traditionally it's bad luck to wish anyone "Bonne Année" before January 1st but we wiggled around that by saying, "Bonne fin d’Année" which seemed fine since anyone to whom we said it said the same back.
|Mentonnaise author Jean-Claude Volpi|
A beggar brought his cat and dog with two adorable puppies that attracted as much attention as the oyster vendor. In all, New Years Eve was a wonderful second chance at holiday cheer for vendors and customers alike.
Now that the holidays are drawing to an end, calm has once again descended upon us.
I'd like wish each and everyone of you who visit and follow my blog a Bonne Année, happiness and good health in the coming year and beyond.
May your soufflées always rise, may your pie crusts always flake and may all who sit at your dinner table arrive with a happy heart and a good appetite!
|I bought one of Mr Volpis' postcards of Menton in the sun. This one is from 1972|
|Mr Volpi was selling his vintage postcards of Menton|
|Everyone enjoyed the sunshine on New Year's Eve|
|Tagged tuna. All that was left was the tail!|
|Big crowds to buy oysters and seafood|
|Seafood, oysters, moules were selling like hotcakes|
|Locally grown bananas, holly, mistletoe and fresh baby carrots|