We arrived on Saturday the 14th, the French national holiday, just in time to watch the match for 3rd and 4th place in of the World Cup 2018, not that I am much of a soccer fan. After the match we had a quick swim and ate dinner. The crickets were very loud. In the evening there were some fireworks for the French national holiday but due to the trees there wasn’t much to be seen.
The next day our first mission was to find food so we went shopping in the supermarket near Négrepelisse. Most supermarkets are open on Sunday mornings. After a light brunch we drove to Saint-Antonin-Noble-Val. It was market day, so quite busy but manageable. Stalls offered the usual French fare: lots of pork charcuterie (not a fan), goat’s cheese (not a fan) and other cheeses (Cantal yum), vegetables and fruits, olives and garlic and artisanal products such as goat’s milk soap made locally (or in China if we have to believe a documentary we saw on French tv about common French summer tourist scams). Not sure who Saint Antonin is but the streets were lovely. I didn’t take pictures of the market, mostly for privacy reasons.
Note: any people you will see in the pictures in this and coming posts are not us but random passers-by. If it is you and you do not want to be here, let me know and I’ll remove you.
Houses at the banks of the Aveyron
On the bridge from the car park towards the centre
Some “couleur locale”
Not sure if this studio is still in business. The pictures were very faded.
Bilingual street signs
Au Lion D’Or, an inn from the 13th century
Adam, Eve and the Serpent on the Old Town Hall
This grumpy cat is not the Guardian of Eden but of a medieval garden. It hissed at us when we tried to pass.
Here Eleven is symbolised by a rat with bags of money, how appropriate, lol. (inside joke)
Another cat, not so menacing this time
In several village we encounterd these book swapping “libraries”, mostly full of French paperbacks, sometimes in other languages.
And this is the last picture of Saint-Antonin.
When we got back we watched the final match of the World Cup. The village we stayed in seemed almost deserted most of the times but that evening there was much rejoicing in the distance. No cars were torched in this neighbourhood as far as I know.