Most of us, when we think about France, associate it with beautiful cuisine. But it's not just in the restaurants. Great food is normal in most families. From my observation, the reason it's so great is because of the time and love that's put into every aspect of it - the food is bought with care, prepared with appreciation and served and savoured at leisure.
Let me tell you about going to the market with my friend Nicole. She and husband Jacques hosted me in June at their weekender at La Turballe, a quaint little fishing port on the Atlantic coast of Brittany.
Saturday morning found us heading to the market. What I noticed, tagging along behind a Frenchwoman, was the care with which she scrutinised the fresh produce, animatedly discussed the virtues of possible purchases with the stall-holders, and purchased with a clear view of what she wanted. Anything not absolutely fresh and top quality was discarded with speed and thinly disguised disdain.
A focused yet leisurely hour later we wheeled our booty home - lotte (monkfish), bigorneaux (winkles), langoustines (similar to a large prawn), crabs; pain (bread), lapin (rabbit), duck pâté and fresh vegetables from a beautifully displayed array of produce.
Back in the kitchen, Nicole swung into action - with occasional instructions to Jacques and me. And then it was time for the three of us to eat. First, out on the balcony to watch the boats, aperitif in hand and a platter of crusty bread and pâté.