It was market day – and anyone who knows me knows I love me some market day. I could spend hours roaming the stalls, shooting photos of the incredible bounty offered, and talking with the vendors. In France, it is like, well, a magical experience, as there are so many things we can’t even begin to find here. Add to that the incredibly beautiful old buildings, constructed of weathered stone, and you will find me completely blissed out. The market in Sarlat was no exception.