…when – on Friday afternoon – the travailleurs du bâtiment (who are spending the rest of the year digging holes and ripping up tarmac all over Apt) corral all their kit into about 10% of the area they occupy during the week so that the Saturday market can happen.

They take this stuff seriously here.

(I asked the chappy in the bookshop opposite one of the major bombsites how the folks were going to fit their stalls in among the shambles. Gallic shrug – “elles s’arrange – they just work it out”)