Harrow is twinned with a town somewhere in France, and every 3-4 months, its blessed with a French Farmer’s Market. Small shops with typical French goods, and they do a rip roaring trade. While waiting for my little princess to finish her drama class, I wandered around there taking some photographs. Here are some of the photographs. The full slide show with higher resolution is here.
A shop selling some painted china dishes
I am not really very sure what a shop selling semi precious and ordinary polished stones has to do with France, but the stones were very pretty.
Then we had a shop selling home made toiletries. They were perfumed beautifully except for the baskets of sea sponges of course, but they smelled very nice, iodine, sea weed, wet sand and the sea. Lovely.
Then we come to my favourite shop, the sausage place. This place has the most amazing variety of sausages, ostrich, lamb, beef, pork, venison, you name it.
As you can see, it was heaving with shoppers. Quite expensive, mind you, but still very nice. I usually end up buying 3-5 of them and then eating them over the next 2-3 months. Excellent breakfast food.
This was a cute shop, selling flower pots which were dressed up as small wooden men. Very cute.