Today I did some typically French activities: this morning I got up early (well, ok, about 8 o'clock) and went to the markets with Guillaume 2. They were at the end of our street (yay! no lugging groceries up the hill) and were very 'ethnically colourful'. G1 says it's like going to Marrakesh (sorry, bad spelling), but really it was quite similar to the markets at home. I guess I'm just used to multicultural markets...
There was lots of repetition among the food stalls. We bought some fruit, and G2 bought some fish (yuk, at 8:30 in the morning) some chicken and eggs. He wanted some cheese (Emmenthal) but apparently the cheese seller had some trouble with his supplier (maybe something to do with the floods in the south??) so he couldn't get any.
This afternoon I was on my way home (have discovered a new route that is much better than the old one) and I saw 3 men playing Petanque (or 'Boules') in a carpark near my house (well, there are two specially designed 'Petanque' playing areas in the middle of the carpark). One of them was using a magnet on a string to pick up his boules (a great idea for when they start getting older and bending over becomes difficult). I stayed to watch, and at first they kept playing, and looking at me, and talking amongst themselves, but after about 10 minutes they sort of warmed up to me and started smiling and making comments in my direction. A fourth man arrived (who was older than the others and brought a chair and blanket in the back of his van) and I watched for a bit longer, then I decided to go. As I walked towards them (to get past), the men started talking to me, and I stayed a bit longer to watch. Maybe if I go back again they'll let me play...
Then I went home and had a rest (it's tiring watching other people doing stuff!) and when the Guillaumes came home I went out and played football with G2 (well, really, we just played around with a soccer ball). It was fun, and I wasn't too bad at it - he started calling me Ronaldinho (a slight exaggeration)!