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Saturday market in Rennes.

I head to the market late and come across this lady grinding her organ and singing Padam Padam. I have to say that I love the French clichés.

I went by the market this morning to get a few item for making food.

Garlic now hangs from my window latch. The decor is sparse, but that will change.

[Hopefully there will be some cheap pots and pans at the flea market tomorrow. Until then I got some avacados, so french bread and avacados will have to do.]

These beautiful overcast days have been perfect..