Le Marché Français

It was an even slower start on Sunday morning due to both us sleeping in.   I watched the TdeF as per my morning ritual.  Late in the morning we headed to Willoughby, which is on the North Shore near Chatswood, to visit a French market that we had been told about.  

On the nice sunny winter's day it was clearly a destination as there were cars and people everywhere.  Many of the stalls had run out of there products.  However we were able to source some items for a cassoulet that Bev wants me to cook.  Most of the food for eating was sold by the time we arrived so we made do with a coffee and people watched.  

Cheese is one of life's great pleasures and French cheese, in my opinion, is some of the best in the world.  It could not be a French market without a fromagerie and the little stall was flat out selling a range of cheeses from France with a queue that was quite long.  Fortunately the queue shortened sufficiently for us to get our fix of the very scrumptious delicacy.  

Bev got a couple of other items including our dessert for the evening.  

That evening I cooked a simple but tasty meal (so Bev said) and we opened a very nice bottle of Pepperjack Shiraz 2015 that was big and fruity, and of course very warming.  It is the sort of wine the Aussies do so very well.  A bit of age also softened it nicely.


People enjoying the sun and French goodies

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