82005The Saturday market in Castillac was typical of markets all over France, with farmers setting up stalls for their flowers, vegetables, meats, seafood, and cheese, alongside purveyors of mostly cheap clothing, used books, homemade jams, spices, and other odds and ends. At a few folding tables, collectors of mushrooms, nuts, and various wild greens sat with small bundles for sale, and occasionally salespeople of things as disparate as air conditioners, mattresses, and cookware set up shop as well. The market went from early in the morning until noon, when everything was packed up and the scene deserted because everyone in the entire village was having lunch.
It was the first Saturday market since Molly had moved to Castillac, and she was not going to miss it no matter how dreadful her
