wednesday. in france, if you are in an elementary school student, that means you’re free. if you’re a teacher or anybody connected to an elementary school, you’re free. because in france, wednesday is a no school day for les ecoles primaires.
wednesday morning is also the time for apparently the best (and largest) market in the area, le neubourg. everybody keeps telling you about how magnificent it is and how you must go.
but you’re in a lycee. a high school. so you work. you’ve never been. and you don’t think you’ll ever get a chance.
except, in lovely france, it isn’t unusual for students to be en stage (interning) or en grève (on strike) or mysteriously cancelled for some unknown reasons.
your classes that day are cancelled. you’re not sure if you’ll ever get another free wednesday.
you excitedly call up the boulanger and ask, “on peut aller a la marche de le neubourg!? je ne travaille pas ce mercredi! on peut y aller!? on peut!?”
can we go to the market at le neubourg? i’m not working this wednesday! can we go!? can we!?
and he’s more than happy to say yes.
to see the rest – cows, pigs, sheep – you’ll have to come again in the spring.
they make you as happy as american donut holes. except, other than that the childhood giddiness you feel, they’re nothing alike.
chouquettes are empty cream puffs. rolled in big specks of coarse sugar. then baked.
pillows with a crunch is the best way to describe them.
of all the travelling you do, it really is nice to have some simple moments in normandy to balance everything out.