As intrigued as I was with the truffles yesterday, I also did a whole lot of people-watching as the market progressed. As the clock ticked down the minutes to the starting bell, people continued to gather along the truffle tables...
maybe a couple of hundred at the height of the buying and selling.
The sellers talked prices and weather...
while this old French buyer strained to get a better look at the truffles.
This woman in her red beret, purple and black skirt and knee-high boots with her distinguished-looking husband and tiny dog kept Laury and I fascinated as we drank our beer and nibbled on our fries. But when she pulled on long, fingerless red gloves...I knew I needed a photo!
This tall gendarme strode purposefully through the crowd. I'm sure with the amount of euros changing hands as the truffles were purchased, he was keeping an eye open for any illegal activity.
Some market-goers were just nice to look at. If this is your husband or significant other, know that he was appreciated!
There were some other nice-looking attendees at the market. More of them another day.