Sometimes, when we lived in the village, there would be a tap on the door. We would open it to find nobody there but a basket of something on the doorstep.
Sometimes it would be a bunch of flowers from a neighbour's garden.
Often it would be a basket of produce from their allotment.
It's hard to describe the feeling you get from this aspect of French village life.
Bon weekend!
There must be a term for these surprise gifts, surely? I knew a woman who, if she heard that someone had a heavy cold, she would leave a bag by the door containing a jar of honey and a couple of lemons. And she always used a Sharpie to draw smiley faces on the fruit. She reckoned it was better to spend the money on that than on a get well card.
ReplyDeleteYour blog posts have me missing your French home and village and I’ve never even been there. I do hope you can travel back there again soon.
ReplyDeletelovely !
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