Текст: last sunday we visited coustellet – a small french village. trucks and vans of different sizes filled the market space. each one had a table in front of it and a blackboard (1) the coustellet market is small and not yet fashionable. from march till november it is just local people and the farmers (2) what they have taken from the earth a few hours earlier. we really enjoyed (3) around. we walked slowly along the stalls and tables. a middle – aged french housewife was doing her everyday shopping. unlike us, she was not content merely to look at the goods before buying. she went sniffing tomatoes, snapping the green beans between her fingers, tasting cheese and olives. if they didn’t come up to her private standards, she looked at the stallholder ( at one end of the market we saw a van from the wine cooperative. it was surrounded by men (5) we bought red peppers to roast and big brown eggs and basil and peaches and goat’s cheese and lettuce. and (6) we went across the road to buy some fresh bread. the bakery was crowded and noisy. it smelt of warm bread and almonds. ( i thought that the french spend as much of their money on their stomachs as the english do on their cars. i could easily believe it. when the basket could hold no more то, что нужно вставить: with the day’s prices for vegetables still warm from the bakery watching the locals who bring in while we were waiting rinsing their teeth in the new red wine as if she had been betrayed when the basket could hold no more

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