I’ve been doing my best to fit into the slow-moving little village of Brantôme the last week. Farmers markets, thrift store shopping, lazy drives in the countryside, sitting by the river drawing medieval steeples, many luxurious meals, and of course: boozing it up in a wonderfully serene backyard, soaking up the French sunshine.

Today we went to the Perigeuex farmers market, about 45 minutes south, to get a freshly butchered chicken and local vegetables for dinner. Here are some doodles from the day: