pelardon

I've resisted writing a post about our local market in Montpellier. I felt sure I'd fall into cliches about French markets and I probably will.. but I'm going to do it anyway!
We have a routine most Saturday mornings, of heading down to a local café close to the market, buying some pastries and then settling into enjoying our café crèmes. I then go off, canvas bags in hand, to shop for the weekends fruit & vege and usually also Saturday lunch, whilst F orders another café and stays put to read Libération.

I still get overwhelmed by the variety of different stalls and usually buy tomatoes at one, salad at another and leeks at still another stall. I'll choose a ripe Pelardon (a local goats cheese) for F and a less mature one for me. I'll queue at the bio (organic) bread stall, where you buy bread by weight. Lastly, I'll chose something yummy for lunch.. either a seafood tarte, a 'poulet roti' from the Chinese man or some stuffed peppers.

I have to say that this is one of the more upmarket markets in Montpellier.
There's even a 3 piece jazz band playing most weekends.
During the week if I have time, I'll bike down to the local 'arabian' market to stock up on much cheaper but equally good, fruit and vege.

On our way back to the flat, we'll often take the long way, to see if there are any new apartments for sale in our area. We're on the look out for something larger to move in to. Fingers crossed that we'll find the perfect apartment!