Bre'r Rabbit

There is a great market within a short walk of our apartment, along the river in Orleans. Each Saturday morning the local farmers bring their goods, mostly fruits and veggies, with a few stands for meat. This past Saturday our perusal of displays was cut short when Shereen noticed a random furry friend in an odd place. As I've said before, there is an emphasis on freshness, and meat is displayed in a manner to indicate "this was killed not more than 10 minutes ago". Well, on the corner of a table with harmless beans, beets, and berries, near where the farmer was haggling with a customer, was a fuzzy bunny, dead for no apparent reason. There was no other meat on his table. Maybe his statement was "this produce is so fresh I fought off this rabbit to bring it to you this morning". Regardless, Shereen was disgusted enough that we left immediately, without buying anything. Later we visited Auchan, where at least the live crabs on ice aren't cute, but at least somewhat humorous, and there are no dead, fuzzy bunnies in random places.