Monday, May 13, 2013

mon parfait dimanche


That means, 'my perfect Sunday', but technically I should have titled this post, 'mon parfaite dimanche de printemps', which means, 'my perfect spring Sunday', because this type of Sunday really only applies to Spring and Summer. If it was winter, then this would all be malarky.

When spring is in full swing in Le Petit Village, as in when we get all of those pesky April showers out of the way (I swear, April is ark building weather here), I like to get out and about on the weekends. The Husband not so much. It's not like he likes to spend sunny days huddled up in doors or anything, but for him, sitting outside on the terrace or going to a barbecue is enough for him. Me, I like to go out, out. And by out, out, I mean strolling through a market or having a coffee or apéro at a table outside a cafe.


Luckily, I had the perfect excuse to go to the market and to drag The Husband with me; our upcoming trip to Dublin (only three more days!) means I need to buy little presents to bring with me, and the market is the perfect place for that.

In the spirit of marital compromise, we breezed through the market fairly quickly, got the goods and left. Heck I was just happy to have gotten him there in the first place.



The next stage in my perfect spring Sunday, is to take an apéro outside somewhere. (Me saying, 'take an apéro' instead of 'have an apéro' is an example of how my English has altered since living in France. I also now say that Gregory 'does his sport' instead of 'works out'. I have a feeling that I'll have to start taking English lessons soon.) But in another moment of marital compromise, we had our apéro outside on our terrace instead of at a cafe (The Husband likes to keep the purse strings pulled tight). It was still lovely though. It's hard to complain about sipping a Martini Bianco in the Provencal sunshine even if it is on my own terrace. What I can complain about however is Gatz calling for the third time that day (barely noon and three phone calls... somebody needs a hobby).

Gatz's multiple phone calls aside, my perfect spring Sunday continued with lunch at Papa's house. I love having Sunday lunch over there, it beats spending my morning cooking. I show up with a bottle of wine, set the table, and voila. Easy peasy pudding pie.



After Sunday lunch, we rolled home with happy bellies full of poulet rôti romarin et citron and I got to have quiet time while The Husband and Fifty took a nap. For some strange reason I decided to use my quiet time to clean the kitchen. It felt like a good idea at the time but writing about it now I kind of feel like berating myself for being such a fool. Oh well, at least it was sparkling clean when I cooked dinner... seafood linguine and another bottle of Rosé because why not, it's Sunday, it's sunny out, and it's Provence. I'm pretty sure it's the law around these parts.

One episode of Grimm, and one of Nashville later it was a little after 9PM...  just in time for us to curl up on the couch while The Husband watched Gladiator on the telly and I read my book (Winter of the World if you're interested) #maritalcompromise.

  Bisou!

25 comments:

  1. I love the plaque 'Place de l'Apero' - you should stick that one up outside your back door!

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  2. Luckily our market's just down the street. My husband doesn't mind staying at home and missing it. I have a really hard time grabbing what I need and leaving. I like to spend ridiculous amounts of time browsing before I can make a decision. :)

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  3. If your husbamd every just wants to do his thing, I will come with you to do your thing! that DOES sound like a perfect spring Sunday :)

    p.s. I'm just starting Fall of Giants!

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  4. I missed you at the Marché! Those spice things smelled amazing, non?

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  5. I'm glad you are enjoying those Ken Follett novels!

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  6. I agree, a perfect day! Those soaps are magnificent!

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  7. Sounds perfect to me! :) I love going to markets so much. These soaps look awesome.
    I am pretty sure that David needs to take English lessons too soon. :)

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  8. I love that word - malarky! ;o) What a cool way to spend a Sunday. We are in the midst of moving overseas so I'm sure you know the craziness involved in that. A free Sunday to browse through the market and drink wine on the patio sounds heavenly!

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  9. Yes, a perfect Sunday. The market, l'apero, and poulet roti, I could do that every Sunday. I finally answered the questions for the Liebster award you presented me in my latest post. Thanks again.

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  10. This sounds like an absolutely perfect weekend - I'd be okay with it any day (except winter, of course, but you covered that already).

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  11. Mmm this special long weekend was perfect! Little bit too windy but still perfect. I do like just sit on the terrace too, and do BBQ. Weekends are made for relaxing after hard work week :)

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  12. Rambling around that market in the warm sunshine is my idea of le parfait dimanche as well. Could almost smell the lavender soap.....(surely there is lavender in there somewhere..!)

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  13. Sounds like a perfect Sunday to me!
    It was a bit windy, but that didn't stop my long post prandial siesta :)

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  14. Yes, I do believe it is a law to have rosé whenever it is sunny out. And on that note...
    ;)

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  15. Oh my mouth is watering at that first pic, 4 weeks and counting...

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  16. Sounds pretty perfect to me!!

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  17. Hope you got lots of rhose lovely olives! Yum.

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  18. i think i need a husband to pull my purse strings - you can read that any way you like - at this point, they all need to be pulled :0)

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  19. What an adorable market!!! I could spend hours at places like that just taking in the sights and sounds. Gorgeous!

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  20. That looks so pretty and your pictures are really nice!

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  21. Oh bliss! Beautiful photographs of things that I just found so appealing! Like Amelie finding pleasure in plunging her hand in sacks of grain I just wanted to smell all of those spices! Felt like I almost could!

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  22. love such markets! so many things to see.. and eat! ;)


    loveminnie.com

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  23. Love the photos from the market, those soaps look lush! I watch Nashville too, great show.

    Bonnie Rose | a Compass Rose

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