Stranger House

Last weekend on one of our lazy afternoon walk we found a nice patch of lettuce fields just around the corner from we we live. So today I decided to head out there to get a few pictures of those fresh lettuces. Got to give me a break since this is my real lettuce that still have it's root planted in the muddy soil. Exciting, huh? Well, it is for me. Call me 'jakun' if you like but I am sure not many of you have seen peanut tree or a pineapple plant. So there I went with my camera and an army jacket looking like a press photographer. After a few snaps, along came a little doggie with with his master on a bike.

"Vous cherchez quoi??!!"

Oh....good day, sir. Just taking some pictures.

Quel droit avez-vous ?

(Gulp) Smile the sweetest smile....

After much compliments about his beautiful lettuce fields and how interesting is it for me, he became the nicest French farmer I have ever met. (Not that I knew any other farmer) Much exchange about where I come from.

Singapour

Ah...Vous venez de Chine.

Non, non.... Vous connaissez Malaisie?

Errrr....?????


Soon we were touring around Asia from Indonesia to Japan. He finally relented and said "tous sont des Asiatiques". Okay la.....somewhere there la. The farmer pointed out what he have planted, chicorée scarole, laitue Batavia, romaine, laitue feuille de chêne verte/rouge and céleri. He then later proudly (yet sad )told me that he is the only maraîcher (market gardener) left around this area. All the rest are old now and retired. "Je suis tout seul maintenant". Now what are we going to do? No more salad to grace our table??? Meat, meat, meat and more meat. Nah....we don't want to contribute to global warming do we. The farmer got a call on his posh mobile phone and received a few orders for his lettuces. "Mais je n'ai pas de persil." With that a good deal was done and that definitely made his day. "ça va continuer". He told me to continue taking pictures before cycling off.


Ahh...what a nice maraîcher.


Ahh...quelle jolie fille.