On Bank Holiday Monday, the Suffolks in Montpellier is closed to traffic for their annual street fair, and peppered with bunting and trade stands from the local businesses, antique shops, our Fine Art School, food stalls, the local kitchen shop .............
& Lella and I have a market stall on the corner to expose our art work to the locals.
We've been painting little gems for some time in preparation, specifically trying to capture what this audience of street wanderers would want ................. and I can reveal, it's Marmite cards.
They sold like mad on the day, there was something about them that had so many stopping and musing about their love or their hate of the product. Or how much their father, daughter or friends loved it or hated it.
I'm pleased I worked so hard now on my cards, as it brought more attention than the paintings I had produced
Here are some of the sketches and paintings we have on show, I'm to the right, Lella is to the left.
The portrait that you see here down in the bottom left is of Conrad, the son of the shop owner of Capability Brown, a garden design business in the Suffolks.
I take the painting down to his strawberry and cream stand a little later as I'd given it to him, and I have a few visitors coming back my way to find Gill Cox, the lady who'd painted it.
It really does look like him mind.
Here, have a book mark
Lella's bought a lovely new top from Jigsaw, and we muse together on the day that I should have bought the same blouse too, pretty isn't it
And I stand next to Tristram Stuart, author of Waste.
He explains his approach to food to me, about waste and conservation of energy in the cooking of food.
& his fruit sorbet product sells extremely well. The cone vessel that the natural, bright ice cream is served in is made from dehydrated fruit pulp and very tasty it is too. Far better than the usual cone you get.
I reckon I could recreate that at home with a bit of thought. I'd have to make them in the dying warmth of my oven or bbq, in concert with Tristram's waste brief.
And then my baking friend Joanna at Zeb Bakes arrives.
We chat together with her charming husband Brian on her way up the fair, and we chat together again on her way back down the fair, just as my husband Tony arrives on the scene.
Lucky to get this shot without our lips blurring.
& how kind, Joanna buys me a present to bake my sourdough loaves in.
I do so appreciate it when a sticky label lifts off in a oner.
And after a busy, sunny day at the Suffolks fair, it's time to go home.
Lella's sold 5 paintings, I've sold 2, so this lifestyle will never make me rich, but I wouldn't mind living the dream after all.
We pack away our works and by 6:30 I'm sitting in the local pub with a cold foaming pint of lager talking over the moments with Tony.
I've got a Zizzi voucher in my handbag too, which runs out on this very day, so we put the planned steak sandwich on hold, and pop out for a bogof pizza rustica.
A fine end to the day.