25 Choses qu'on Achetait à l'Épicerie du Village — Avant l'Arrivée des Supermarchés

There was a little bell above the door. The smell of ground coffee, soap, and fresh bread. And the grocer who knew your name, your mother's name, and what your grandmother bought every Tuesday. We went there with a wicker basket and a note. Sugar was weighed on the scales. Wine was poured by the liter. Candy came from a large glass jar. And we always left with a kind word. 25 things we bought at the village grocery store, before the supermarkets swallowed it all up. A whole world that disappeared in a generation, almost without us noticing. I miss that France. I truly do. Subscribe if you miss it too 🌾