Sunday, October 19, 2014

Dreaming of France -- Cheese Shops


Please join this weekly meme. Grab a copy of the photo above and link back to An Accidental Blog. Share with the rest of us your passion for France. Did you read a good book set in France? See a movie? Take a photo in France? Have an adventure? Eat a fabulous meal or even just a pastry? Or if you're in France now, go ahead and lord it over the rest of us. We can take it.
Americans sometimes imagine cheese as flat slices of yellow wrapped in plastic. But the image of cheese is changing here in the United States. We have larger cheese selections in the grocery stores, but we still have nothing that compares to cheese shops in France.
Here's a photo from a cheese shop in Nantes, France. 
From the street it only takes up a smidgen of space, but look how long and full of varieties of cheese it is. Along the top shelf, you can see some cheese houses. The French leave their cheeses out of the refrigerator, so they need a way to keep the flies off. 
The cheesemonger is even wearing a beret. How stereo-typically French is that?
Thanks for playing along today with Dreaming of France. I hope you'll all visit each other's posts to see more France pictures or learn about books and movies. 

8 comments:

Esme said...

the French have the best cheese shops.

Louise said...

The French have the best cheese! We ate magnificent cheese yesterday for lunch and dinner, foraged at the always magnificent markets of Boulevarde Raspail.

Vicki Lesage said...

One of the greatest joys of giving birth is that I can now go back to eating those forbidden unpasturized French cheeses!

Sim Carter said...

I can't imagine how 'cheesy' ever became a derogative!
Love it!

Sally Tharpe Rowles said...

Oh the French cheese!

Leovi said...

Yes, France is the paradise of cheese, I love cheese!

Indrani said...

Oh! Dreaming and drooling now. :)

Anne in Oxfordshire said...

Amazing Cheese shops , and the supermarkets are wonderful too, the range is fab.

Love the Cheese houses :-)

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