September 5 -- Sunday market the first

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On Sunday we headed toward the market my daughter knew best when she lived here in 2008.

Feather on the pavement outside our hotel.

Walking down the hill toward la Place de la Bastille.

Abandoned shoes, but on the pavement this time, rather than on a trash can.

A variety of "old chairs" in a cafe.  Love Eames chairs......

We encountered a different market on our way.

Perfect potato pyramid.

This market lined two sides of a street.

I think the mushrooms in front are cèpes. We will eat them in a risotto at Fauchon, in a few days.  Mmmmm.

So beautifully orange!  Surely they are as delicious as they look.......  It was seeds from these that I picked up from the pavement and dried in the hotel room, thinking I could bring them home and plant them.  Then I began to wonder about US Dept. of Agriculture rules.  I surely didn't want to be the person who brought home the disease that decimates the US pumpkin/squash crop.  I left the seeds in France.  With regret.

The inside part of this market is in that low building.

If you can't hang your laundry out, hang it in.......  (Note functional shutters, even in the north of France.)

We are getting close to la Place de la Bastille.

Notice how many people are on bikes and motorcycles.  I believe it is extremely hard to find a place to park a car, given how many people use alternate forms of transportation.  Not to mention the fact that motorcycles and bicycles are allowed on "pedestrian-only" streets where cars cannot go.....

We saw adults (by which I mean "people older than college students") using every sort of transportation, including scooters (not the motorized kind; the kind with a wheel in front and back and a platform between on which one stands), and roller skates.  Sometimes it looked recreational (person in exercise clothing), but often people were wearing work clothes.  We saw cops on skates, in Paris.

No wonder the French tend to be a lot skinnier than people from the USA.  They get a lot more exercise!



New Opéra.

We decided to have our coffee before continuing to the familiar market.

Working our way around la Place de la Bastille, we spot this.

Hmmm.

I didn't realize Tex-Mex was an Indiana feature............

I was focused on the pastries, rather than the signage; now I wonder what it says, and wish I'd paid attention and had read the English version.....

The foodie reports that there is a lot of cheesecake in France just now, but it is the fluffy version rather than the dense version she and I prefer.


See my daughter's post on this beautiful morning here.



In order to facilitate chronological traverse of these posts, here is a link to the post that comes after this one.

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