Family Visiting Uzès

The Barefoot Blogger

Updated: October 15, 2024

Family visiting Uzès! Nothing could make me happier. I can wait to to show my son the sights and introduce him to my new friends.

The first stop was the Saturday market in Uzès. Even though the tourist season is over, the market this week was busy. These days, there are many English-speaking voices in the crowds.

Claude, the cheese man, was one of our first stops at the market. His “green” cheese with pistachios is one of my favorites. When he met my son, who is fluent in French, they started teasing each other right away.

The farmer with the chèvre from the “French Farmer” post was always handing out his cheese samples. When I told him about my blog where he was featured, I was surprised he already knew about it! Apparently, someone shopping that morning had written the link to the site on a piece of paper for him. He pulled the wrinkled note out from under his cash box to show it to me….with a big grin, I might add.

For me, it was the final shopping day before packing up my belongings to head to the States for a visit. There were clothes I’d been eyeing for some time that now, I couldn’t resist. Oh.. that I could pass up some of these tops and jackets!

While walking through the rows of vendors, I ran into friends I’d met last week in San Quentin La Poterie. It’s an interesting story about how we became friends.

For months I have been receiving emails from a cafe in San Quentin that puts on monthly musical events and dinner. The cafe is tiny and tucked in between pottery shops on one of the town’s narrow streets.

That night, an English friend moving to Uzes was in town, so it was an excellent time to try out the dinner concert. We were early getting to the cafe and had our choice of seating. Instead of going to a table for two, the hostess suggested we sit at a table for six. She knew that four French ladies had reservations and that some of them spoke English. She thought it would be fun for us to get to know each other.

Fortunately, my friend speaks French quite well because when the ladies arrived, only one spoke English. The conversation was a bit reserved for a short while since we could not all join in. However, in no time, we were laughing and communicating in broken English and French the best we could. The evening was such a success that my friend and I were invited back for a birthday party.