Farmers, fish mongers and cheese makers have been selling their wares from the town's market square centuries ago, and today they still do. Merchants weigh, and sell their produce, most of it grown in the immediate area, and townspeople nudge by one another choosing ripe tomatoes from this stall, onion and radishes from another.
Some of the foods are imported. Broccoli is often imported from Spain, and zucchini from Morocco, especially during the winter. Olives and bottles of oil may come from Italy, Greece or southern France as may the bottle of wine that will go with the evening meal.
Open markets like these are one of the many reasons we moved to Switzerland. We gladly left the huge supermarkets with their sprawling parking lots for an intimate cobble-stoned town square with stalls piled with fresh produce, cheeses displayed and ready to cut, tables of local wines and bottles of fresh local fruit and fruit syrups.
Isn't this the way life is supposed to be lived, mixing with fellow townspeople, inquiring a farmer the prices of his radishes, a fishmonger what he suggests your dinner, and all out in the fresh crisp air in winter and the warm breezes of summer?
After shopping you can sit at one of the outdoor tables of the Boulangerie A. R. Knecht, drink a bowl of coffee, munch a pain chocolat (a bread roll or croissant baked around a bit of chocolate) and watch a sight that as gone on in this square for many generations.