Yesterday afternoon I began reading another of Margery’s books, ‘An Incident of the Fingerpost’, by Iain Pears. This historical novel is going to be difficult to put down. But I had to, because Mike collected me for a meal at my friends’ home in Eymet. We dined on avocado; a spare ribs casserole; and ice cream, accompanied by red and white wine and fruit juice. Before this, we were joined for aperitifs by their friends Oonagh and James who were most amenable. Afterwards we watched an episode of the English ‘Law and Order’, and Lydie gave my usual hilarious ride home.
This morning Maggie and Mike picked me up and drove me to Issigeac for the Sunday market. This small town of less than 700 inhabitants hosts a rightly popular weekly market. Hundreds of cars from miles around park wherever they can in and outside the streets. 
Mike led me to an ancient advertisement for Brillantine which he had always wanted to photograph. I was prevailed upon to do it for him. We found ourselves confused between Brilliantine and Brylcreem, both of which are hair applications for men. Presumably Brillantine is the French version of the former. Forvil is a similar brand of cosmetics.
Maggie went off shopping whilst Mike accompanied me for a lesson in observation. 
He spotted the cheeses. Before this the three of us wandered about together and had a coffee. 
A stone carver overheard Maggie, in her best French, telling us of the Christmas market section. He interjected, in his best cockney, with: ‘It’s too early for that’. Outside the festive room, I was greeted by my friend Andie who had stepped out for a fag. As I had lost her and Keith’s numbers when my contacts disappeared from my Blackberry she gave me her card and encouraged me to bring Jackie for a visit.
No market in France is without its Rotisserie selling chickens roasted on spits dripping with their fat. They are always delicious.
Fine fruit, 
vegetables, and flowers were on display; as were all kinds of delicacies, bread, cheeses; and artefacts such as baskets, bowls, and brollies.
French and English shoppers thronged the marketplace.
Later, I enjoyed Mo’s spicy pumpkin soup; plump avocados softened by proximity to a banana, the skin of which laid at the base of a rose bush will provide rapid compost; and fried chicken with kouskous. Dates were my dessert.