LOCATION: Housesitting outside of Geneva, Switzerland
WEATHER: Mostly sunny. High 60
There are 2 villages next to us. One is in France and one is in Switzerland. We went to the French one today for its weekly Sunday market. The streets are blocked off and lots of stands set up: fruits, vegetables, bread, cheese, charcuterie, olives, spies, nougats, etc etc. There were lots of people looking and buying.
And when they were not shopping, they were sitting in an outdoor cafe like this one.
The breads are divine. We bought a partial loaf…
This guy was selling roast pig.
We bought a rotisserie chicken from this stall. The grease drips down as the chickens cook, and it sprinkles the potatoes on the bottom. When we bought ours, the vendor wrapped up the chicken in a bag, added a cup of the grease, and a cup of the greasy potatoes.
Then, we found the seafood section. It is oyster season in Brittany and they were serving oysters on the half shell from Brittany. We watched them shuck the oysters and serve up the customers.
The fish and seafood looked beautiful.
We stopped at Charlie’s Pub in the town for a drink before we headed up. We learned that Charlie Chaplain once lived near here, and the pub was named after him.
In the afternoon, we loaded Ollie in the car and drove 2 miles to a very nice park outside our French village. We took Ollie’s passport with us, just in case we got stopped at the border. (He is French). We, along with seemingly all the villagers, walked the 2-mile loop around the lake.
DINNER: Rotisserie chicken (of course) along with the greasy and delicious potatoes. Salad.