When I woke up this morning and opened the curtains, the Main Street below my apartment had been set up with tents to be the Saturday market. As I went out for coffee and a to walk around, it turns out that almost the whole inner, old town, part of the city becomes a market on Saturday. There is a produce section in one square, premade food in another square and then the main drag had mainly clothing and related articles for sale. It was once again a cold morning but warmed up to a sunny comfortable mid 40s shortly after noon. I headed over to the main museum in town, the Musee Granet, which was supposed to have a Cezanne collection and also was featuring a just opened Hockney exhibit. Actually turned out not to have much in the way of Cezanne, but the Hockney exhibit on loan from the Tate was quite extensive. Then, in a uniquely French moment, the admission came with a second ticket to an additional exhibit quite a few blocks away. After walking over there, it turned out that his exhibit was closed today…. Oh well. Had lunch on a very mediocre undercooked buckwheat crepe, nothing like the most excellent ones found at the Bastille market that are cooked on both sides with lots of butter.