After hanging out with the grandparents yesterday while Mummy and Daddy enjoyed a child-free excursion, Hattie and Joe were delighted to discover that, today, we were all heading to Brantôme (pronounced ‘bran-tom’) for the weekly market. And I was delighted too, as it’s my favourite place in France so far, and we visit it during every French trip.
We started off with a run around in the Brantôme playground, which was typically cool: fenced, safe, and with a good selection of equipment for children of all ages:
We bought the kids two sets designed to help them to get to grips with maths in a couple of years’ time:
We bought some delicious local produce and generally soaked up the scene…
At this point in the day I was very disappointed to discover that one of reasons I loved Brantôme so much was no longer there: a cavernous secondhand and antique shop in which I’d intended to introduce Hattie and Joe to the ever-satisfying delights of rummaging through mountains of old bits and pieces and finding treasures (and I use ‘cavernous’ very specifically: the shop was actually in a cave). Sadly, the space it occupied has since been carved up into several smaller shops. But all was not lost: I bought myself a lovely linen top in one of them.
By this stage we were all fairly tired and hungry, so we trudged back to the cars and collected our picnic, stopping on the way to take in the lovely local sights:
We had a lovely morning in Brantôme, particularly because Hattie and Joe had slept well and were both on excellent form!
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