(Note: this post is one day late! I'm already at Ecole Polytechnique, but I'll get to that when I have time to write, just pretend it's Jan 2)
After all the things that happened yesterday, today couldn’t be crazier right? Wrong!
The market: a lesson in the gazillion types of French cheeses
After breakfast, Marie, the mother of my host family, took me to the local outdoor market. There was an outdoor stall for cheese (une fromagerie)
, and stalls for veggies, meat, and the rest.
|Marie carrying the groceries|