Every holiday, we always make time to visit the park and the Sunday market at Descartes, which is just a few kilometres north of Le Grand-Pressigny. The park is free to wander around and we are nearly always there all by ourselves. Over Easter we were obviously too late for most of the daffodils but there were still plenty of tulips basking gloriously in the spring sunshine.
We came across this little seating area where the wooden bench seat was under a canopy of wisteria.
I sat under it for a while and enjoyed the heavenly perfume of the flowers.
Nick made a pilgrimage to the fishing tackle shop, which is part of the fishermen’s café, to seek out a new landing net, then we wandered up into town to pick up a few essentials and enjoy the sensory delights of the Sunday market.
There were rows and row of lovely plants for sale. We managed to resist this time.
I don’t know why, but everyday vegetables always look so much more appealing on a French market than anywhere else.
I confess I was unable to resist buying a scarf. So many pretty colours to choose from and only 9€, a bargain.
We went home the back way, taking a bit of a detour along the almost deserted roads. From here we got a good view of the troglodyte village called Ethni Cité. We keep meaning to pay it a visit and see what it’s all about.
There are also troglodytes dwellings in Le Grand-Pressigny and one afternoon when Nick was down by the river fishing, Lulu and I walked up to them and took some photos.