As you can see, I’m starting to feel surplus to requirements… Munson only needs one person to haul around, whether he’s (theoretically) dragging a sled, or behind the wheel.
A number of local villages have been staging night markets through the summer: outdoor eating, some live music and a few dozens stalls of handmade pastries, arts’n’crafts plus the inevitable selection of cheap sunglasses and electronic toys. Vic-Fezensac has been running them every two weeks, but I’ve waited till Gustav returned to visit this, the last for the season.
The evening crowd was quite buzzy, lots of family groups navigating the stalls of armagnac and floc vendors, picking out bon-bons for the children and working out which menu du jour suited their collective tastes. There wasn’t much seating space so we bought a few panniers of mussels (cooked in butter, garlic and parsley) and frites and sat with Munson on the steps near the rotunda in the centre of the square.