If only I lived in France..... I would only have to visit the dreaded shopping centre once a month for cleaning supplies. I would no longer have to fight for a car park and try as I do to steer that trolley that end's up being like a gym workout. Why are the trolley's designed to move sideways?
Every shopper always seems to look miserable, fighting with the kids who seem to want every preservative, coloured food item that is perfectly placed in there view, or is it when you realize that your trolley is full, yet you still have nothing for dinner?
At the check out you then realize you left your recycle green bags at home and now the guilt really sets in as your kids preach environmental issues as once again I use plastic bags. Did the food chains not realize that we would prefer neutral coloured bags perhaps linen, just kidding!!!
On the other hand if I lived in France I could have the pleasure of shopping in the fresh air, soaking up the atmosphere that I so love, picking up fresh flowers, buying real bread from the Baker and perhaps a treat for the kids from the local patisserie. I would then use my market basket and feel quiet stylish, just like the french have always done.
We now have a local market once a month in my area. The gourmet delights and fresh produce fill our park overlooking the bay, we meet up with friends, laugh have fun, try before we buy and fill our french baskets to the rim. Now that is what I call grocery shopping, shame its not every week!
Our French Market baskets are now available for children too, how cute are they?