Market at Apt

We are stayng in St. Saturin-les-Apt; a sweet little village in the center of the Luberon region of France. It is a very quite village, mostly unaffected by the tourist nature of the region. In fact, it is just barely big enough for two hotels, and we are among only four guests in Le Hotel Saint Hubert, close to Naomi and Pete whom we are visiting. Lisa gets her room key, which is on a heavy brass fob with the hotel name engraved, misspelled "Saint Mubert". Today is Saturday and that is market day in the nearby larger town of Apt. Naomi is our guide for the market, which sprawls around the streets of the old part of town, where the streets are cobblestones that have been worn to a polished finish over time. It market is a sea of local produce, crafts, jewelry, street musicians, candy, bread, cheese, meats, fish, and all manner of clothing. I am tempted by some Panama hats, but I just can't imagine wearing one back in Long Beach. I do find some spices that I can use, and and the price is good. Lisa and Naomi find plenty of things to try on and come away with a modest collection of tops and pants. A brief stop for a cafe creme (sorry, no accents on my keyboard) and we continue on to collect bread, strawberries, melons, jambon cru (prosciutto), three cheeses, apricots, pate with mushrooms, smoked salmon, and a bottle of rose wine before returning to Naomi's house to consume it all in at the old oak kitchen table