Jessica finishes organizing her stall: carrots, leeks, cabbage, zucchini, spinach… Every Monday morning, she has the same place in the market in the bastide. His farm? “At the exit of Miramont on the right. Ferme d’Ayssard, in Laperche. It is 8:45 am It is not yet crowded, but the regulars have already unsheathed wicker baskets or on wheels and purses. The farmer asks Marie-Hélène for news. This one came this morning, without her husband. She will be carrying the bags …
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