Montfort

It is fun to watch everyone in town carry their baskets. It almost looks like everyone even has the same kind. Just before 7 am the street gets active with the older folks making their way to the Boulangerie for their bread. When we carried ours we almost immediately fit in, it seemed like even more people talk to you. We missed some good people pictures for sure. One picture that we should have got was when the fishmonger comes into town, or when the butcher who comes in once per week sets up to sell his “chevalin” horsemeat. It was surprising how much he sold. Peter really wanted to play soccer at the outdoor field but the rain didn’t let up. Our last night in Montfort got us up close and personal with the local electrician and burned a few candles out waiting. We ended up blowing the main fuse on the panel coming into the building. The main 40 amp fuse just couldn’t take it.