Deep in rural France, the market stalls are laid out and an elderly man remarks: "We produce good mushrooms here. And presidents, too."
This is Tulle, in the Correze Department, once the national fiefdom of right-wing leader Jacques Chirac.
At first sight, it is a place that hasn't got a lot of character.
A little like Francois Hollande, one might say, when the president-elect was striving to make Socialist inroads here more than 30 years ago, and eventually succeeded.
Not only that, Hollande has defied the skeptics who would never have guessed that one Saturday in the future he'd be strolling around the Tulle market stalls, preparing to be elected president of France the following day.
He tasted the local fare, kissed the babies and the ladies, and shook hands with ruddy faced men, one of whom pointed to his fresh chicken, insisting he could do a good deal in supplying the Elysee Palace.