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Not really.
Pierre et Liliane Gautard from Quemigny sur Seine were here the other week at the Burgundy market in Mainz.
Mainz is twinned with every whatsit and his brother and does a pretty good job of keeping in touch.
The folks from Dijon and surrounds turn up every year as regularly as clockwork and set up their stalls under the flash white igloos that the city provides (I thought that the Eskimos had invaded, the first time I saw them..)
Lots of goodies – one chappy making crepes, loads of preserves and potted meats and dried sausages and sheeps cheese and whathaveyou.
Plus the aforementioned M. et Mme Gautard, who have a fish farm and had smoked trout, trout pate and trout rillettes (some call it the Poor Man’s pate – trout and goose fat. Yummy)
And a guy selling excellent wine.
For cheap.
Now, THAT I definitely like…
