A I left the city of Le Puy en Velay (Haute-Loire, France) just six years ago this week. The 12 months I spend there were one of the most intense periods of my life. I’m often think about that experience: wandering up the steep street that leads to the cathedral, visiting the huge sculpture of the Virgin Mary on top of the town or the chapel of Saint Michelle are essential rituals for any tourists there. But besides the splendour of that heritage, what really attracts me to this city is the farmers market in the Plot Square, every Saturday morning. When I go there, I like to buy cheese (fromage du pays, bleu de l’Auvergne, cantal…) and some other foodstuff..
My trips to Le Puy —I try to go there twice a year— end up with a friendly and gastronomical meeting because it’s around the table where I enjoy myself most with my friends and good food. The miture is interesting: I bring some olive oil from Tortosa, ‘pastissets’ and the ingredients to cook a ‘fideuà; my friends from Le Puy bring ‘sirop’, beer, the ‘lentilles vertes du Puy’ and some traditional sausages. We buy the cheese in the market. And while we are eating, the conversations go on forever.