Going to a good French market just makes for a glorious day. These are country people just out to sell some of their stuff (Good Stuff, I might add) . . . . clothes, linens (Yes, Paula bought some more!), knives, kitchen tools, fruits, veggies, meats, fishes, rotisserie chicken, sausages and CHEESE!! Duane bought some of each as there will be picnics in the near future. Lunch was, in fact, wild boar sausage and a baguette. Paula had crostinis and humus. . . . . and , of course, ice cream. Tonight Duane will get foie gras and Paula will have something else. This year we got a Fiat rental car from Hertz. Duane is surprised they rented him anoher car after last years frivolities in Spain. . . . . Duane nearly drove the Punto into the ditch on the very first round-a-bout. The car has adequate accelleration, freakyly powerful brakes, comfy seats, a dandy radio and extremely poor handling characteristics. Duane will take it into the mountain roads tomorrow and probably drive it off a cliff. This thing handles worse than Paula's Lexus. I want my Boxster!!! The market people have now left Uzes and it is, once again, a small quiet French town with friendly people and a dynamite city park. Duane prescribes a bottle of French Wine. Paula takes a nap. We miss Chris and Betty already, but know that they are happy to be back in the Villages.