Arles

We arrived in Arles while the local produce market was still happening.  The cheese man earmarked us as foreigners and enticed us to taste his samples.  In French, we agreed to buying a 200g wedge, which he cut off and then put on the scales in front of my eyes.  I could see “600”  and “3450” and “2070” and stood there thinking, surely none of these can be the price.  Ah, but the cunning devil had sliced off 600g, at €34,50 ($69.00) per kg, and asked Linz for €20,70 ($41.40).  Linz nearly fainted.  We made him cut it in half and he was lucky we didn’t tell him where to wedge his fromage.

Not the cheese man, but a reluctant stallholder whose moustache I just had to capture		I so need a haircut, my ends are so dry it feels like I’ve got toenails in my hair