When we were Bayeux, we stayed at a lovely little inn called Sainte Croix.
Very cute place. I would hesitate to call it Victorian in style (I don't know what they called that frilly and modest period in France).
It sat right on a giant tree-lined parking lot, which served as kind of a town square, where the weekly market takes place.
We found out quickly that they enjoy their sweets in Normandy. Breakfast was lovely and good, but sorely lacking protein. I knew we were in trouble when baskets of bread, croissants, slices of brioche and jam were laid in front of us. Later came the pot du caramel and malty sweet waffels. Enough already! I need an egg! I don't eat that much sugar and carbs in a week, never mind at the breakfast table. Still...it was tasty.
The market had a lot to offer. We enjoyed sampling and chatting to the cider and calvados producer who sent us home with a crate of his goods. Being somewhat in the countryside, they sold livestock!
There was a vendor who sold tiny little songbirds.
There was also the typical food and produce vendors.
The locals line up at the Chevaline stand. You can't usually buy horse steaks from a regular butcher, but they have specialty butchers that are exclusively dealing out Trigger and Flicka.
Afterwards, a nice walk around the town to try to re-establish healthy blood sugar levels.