Amanda on June 1st, 2007
Cherries

Cherries

Our village markets have now spread to their exuberant summer size, a mass of miscellaneous stalls winding their way round ancient churches and through cobbled alleyways. In one of my local haunts the lavender lady has reappeared after her winter hibernation. She sells dried bunches, tiny bottles of essence, fabulous soaps and handmade sachets. Her stall just emanates the fragrant south. Next to her the old man who usually sells walnuts and prunes now has a heap of glistening cherries, for June is the month of this glorious fruit. The season is short lived, an expensive trickle in late May turns into a steady stream in early June. By mid-June we are completely flooded, prices go through the floor and we are eating them every morning for breakfast and every evening after dinner. All the restaurants have a clafoutis – the traditional cherry dessert of the region – on the menu. Children take handfuls of luscious fruit for a goûter after school, and I’m to be found sitting on the terrace in the shade of a lemon tree, typing away, with a plate beside me.
Silk, satin, cotton, ra…’ I hurriedly eat another one. Read More »

French Life in Glorious June from French Life