Blessed Sunday

Another beautiful day started with rain as we shopped the street market in St. Cyprien. We were prepared with rain ponchos, so we didn't mind. This quaint market is quite different than the larger market in Sarlat. There were many more farmer's market type booths, selling homegrown produce. There were many flower booths selling cut flowers, no doubt from their own gardens.

Some of the colorful flowers were displayed in rusty metal cans. I have always appreciated that style. I love the juxtaposition of a fancy crystal chandelier raining down light onto a rustic barnwood table. Kathy said that the French really do know how to appreciate the little things, as do I.

At the market, we ran into our neighbor Margot, who is a former Dutch model. The people we have met in this area sure have led interesting lives. Her husband is a painting restorer who has work with Picassos. She was at the market visiting a friend who owns a shop that specializes in American collectibles, such as John Wayne memorabilia, The Simpsons, mid-century modern furniture from California and even bobbleheads. She had stopped by our house for a visit the day before, ringing our door bells. Yes, door bells. I had never thought about where the name had originated, but I loved hearing that string of rusty bells ring when she visited.

I love the simple rustic French country way of life. During her visit, Margot told us a little about their interesting lives, then described her husband's retirement as trading in working with Picassos for working in sheep "you know what".

After the market, we went to Redon Espic Church and had our own worship service there. There are no words to describe that experience so I won't try. Here are a couple of pictures and videos.

Outtakee! We had lots of those.