The dogs love it. Scout skips (hops on one hind leg for three/four steps) down the snowy sidewalk, and Molly, whose belly barely gets above the snow loves getting her nose deep in the stuff in search of smells.
The market was smaller than usual today. The crepe lady and coffee guy were not there, much to the disappointment of our grumbling bellies. A third of the vendors decided to stay home this weekend. No one can blame them. I cannot imagine working outside in the cold and snow for six and a half hours. There hands and noses looked ruddy from weather. Those that did come had business, evident in the fact that we still had to wait in line, but not like on good weather days. Our regular charcuteur still had almost a whole jambon aloise (ham). On normal days, coming at the hour when we did this morning, that ham would have been half sold already. The market vendors got extra respect from me today. I've always admired the vendors who take pride in their work displaying awards or articles about local competitions they've won or having vast knowledge about the products they are selling. But those that came on a day like today - 28 degrees, four inches already on the ground, and snow flurries- those are the vendors who deserve loyalty. They came for their customers.
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| Garches Mayor's office |
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| the market must go on |