Thursday evenings in 'Lumberjack' means Marché des Producteurs. Giant picnics, where locally produced food is sold by local producers, and eaten by an army of happy diners.
The smoke and aroma of cooking duck breasts, sausages, chops, snails, garlic, etc, is all invasive and wonderful.
It was so hot and humid this last Thursday that we ate our meal rather quickly, then headed for home and a refreshing swim.
The above is only a small section of the crowd; too many people really, and about 98% Dutch!
It was so hot and humid this last Thursday that we ate our meal rather quickly, then headed for home and a refreshing swim.
The above is only a small section of the crowd; too many people really, and about 98% Dutch!
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Dutch people like to eat also, Cro.
It all started with mostly locals, then the English cottoned-on, now it's the Dutch almost exclusively. I think it's because the 'holiday homes brigade' find it much easier to let their 'Gites' to the Dutch.
The refreshing swim sounds good!
That chap in the white shirt looks a bit 'don't take my picture please'.......maybe he's on the run.
The food sounds scrumptious. Wish I'd been there...
Anna :o]
And oh so needed!
What to do for supper on Thursday? Oh just go down to the local picnic. I can only guess what that would be like. I'm thinking it would be mighty fine and likely profitable for the people selling the food.
I'm curious...is the food taxed?
I know I say this every year, but the French do this sort of thing so well. Maybe it's because of the Revolution? Re the Dutch, you cannot blame them for wanting to eat in France - can you recall any good Dutch food (apart from the satay) you have eaten recently? Rotten herring tends to pall a bit after about 40 years.
Too hot for us this week but hoping to introduce some house guests to the Lumberjack experience next Thursday. The Dutch always get there early and get the best shady tables. Bah!
What does 'taxed' mean?
You were wise to stay away, it was just too hot.
I mean does the government collect sales tax on the food that's sold...
Sorry, the question is probably too trivial, it just occurred to me.
Tax-evasion is the French national sport. I'm sure they're SUPPOSED to pay something, but....
Sorry - did I miss something - why is it called Lumberjack - is that the place or the event?
Mr Spellcheck doesn't like the real name for my village, instead he wants to call it LUMBERJACK.
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