Maybe the best fruit we had on the trip. I found these nectarines at the market in Bandol. This woman had a fancy wine set up and then off to the side she had a couple of trays of nectarines, which looked pretty scarred. I was excited because I knew the woman must have grown them herself. In France many markets aren’t “producer only” so people can bring stuff they’ve grown but are also allowed to bring stuff they’ve bought at a wholesale market. It can be tough to figure out what people have grown themselves (unless it’s marked with a sign saying “notre production”). I asked for a kilo of nectarines in what I thought was semi-competent French. She must not have been convinced that I really believed the nectarines were good, because she launched into a long speech about how the scarring was just cosmetic. Or at least that’s what I’m assuming she was talking about, since I couldn’t understand a word. And to prove her point she bit into one of the most scarred nectarines, and declared it tasty. And tasty they were. We took them on the plane to Paris and ate them on our first night there with a simple dinner of cheese and bread.
Something to keep in mind at markets.