Found in translation

Issigeac, a village made up of a small huddle of half-timbered medieval buildings, owes its prosperity to the bishops of Sarlat establishing a residence here in 1317. The narrow streets are traffic-free and on Sunday mornings are filled with market stalls. It’s a charming, local, and very popular, market. Most of the stalls are set up by individuals selling their own produce. Getting there early, as  it is close by, it was quiet and we were able to buy all the fruit and vegetables we needed. So good to see such a range of in-season produce, fresh from the farm - (see extra). 

Gordon had an amusing encounter with a lady selling cheese - what a huge range of cheeses, how to choose? He was wearing this T-shirt (see extra). Bought for him years ago by his daughters, it always inspires comments, but here in France it is of great interest. You can see people trying to translate and then laughing when they are successful. The cheese lady was very amused and she shared the joke with her friend. They thought of a French translation and then, when Gordon commented on her earrings which were huge pompoms, this started a conversation around ‘statements’, ‘understatements’ and ‘overstatements’ - and all the time we were choosing cheese and she was cutting and wrapping. 

Having spent a time in the pool, Gordon seems to be watching football. I’m off outside. 

(I tried to add to the map but it wasn't working - will try again later.)