Like most French towns, Pouancé hosts a weekly market. It is in Pouancé that we buy most of our food when in France as the supermarket there - just the one - and the boulangeries (two) are the nearest to the small village on the edge of which you will find our cottage. So, market day. Market day in Pouancé is Thursday and the main drag is closed to vehicles for about half of its length - and about half of that traffic-free section is lined on either side of the road by vans and stalls. This is a small market compared to those in such metropolises as Segré and Châteaubriant. There are, usually, two stalls selling flowers and plants, one or two selling ladies' clothing (especially those all-enveloping aprons so beloved by the local yokels), one or two greengrocers, a fishmonger and a butcher, who also sells charcuterie. Oh, and a sewing machine vendor. Sewing machines seem still to be commonplace in France, although I have never seen anybody even browsing the machines, replacement parts, threads, zips and other bits and pieces on offer.