Christmas has officially arrived in our corner of France. The lights are up, and there was a marché de noël in Brioude over the weekend, complete with vin chaud, roasted chestnuts, little booths selling work by local artisans, and the all-important arrival of Father Christmas. To be honest, we passed on that last bit, and went into town on Sunday evening, just as it was getting dark, to take a look at the lights.
We were surprised to find many of the smaller boutique shops open, which is almost unheard of on a Sunday, including this chocolatier. They always have beautiful window displays. This year the centrepiece is a dress made of macarons, which is an idea I can certainly get behind.
I particularly liked these stands of coloured light hanging from the trees outside the Mairie – they look like psychedelic wisteria.
Meanwhile, we have yet to procure a Christmas tree. We’ll be venturing into the woods with a saw this week to put that right.
Lovely and festive
I don’t wear dresses very often but I would certainly wear one made of macaroons!
Your lights are lovely and I like the idea of the chocolatier, we don’t really have those here.