Marche Madness
I love going to the market, but I always seem to get in trouble. I see something, and I instinctively reach for it, and…whoops, I’m busted. Even after living here for nearly three years, I still sometimes forget some of the cardinal shopping rules. Then I get yelled at in French.
Hey, it’s still early, y’all. Give a cowgirl a break.
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