We always seem to be going to the Bastille: not that we're Revolutionaries, it's just the largest nearby center and a pleasant short walk, too. Today, Sunday, was market day,
 le marché Bastille is one of the best known, and I have some new recipes requiring the freshest of ingredients.
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The beginning of the market, Blvd. Richard Lenoir, off the 
Place de la Bastille | 
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| Quail eggs | 
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| Nice display of shrimp | 
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Impressive seafood stalls; we're not all that far from the 
Channel, and lotte, aka monkfish, aka poor man's lobster, 
was plentiful (I used to use it, when I could get it, in my 
bouillabaise) | 
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All manner of asparagus, including wild; note the black 
tomatoes to the right | 
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Niece Stacey has joined us and is enjoying the quotidien as 
well as the the sights | 
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| Market scene | 
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| All manner of prepared food as well as the ingredients | 
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On my walk back home (the others went to the Eiffel Tower, 
etc.), an emerging favorite place, Le Bistrot du Peintre | 
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At another Rue de Charonne restaurant, delivery of the 
afternoon pre-frites... | 
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Still walking home...along the Boulevard Voltaire (!), several blocks either side of Rue de Charonne  (our street), a weekend  market springs up...the professional flea market types are well represented, but mostly it seems to be the family garage/attic/  basement spring cleaning...so it has occurred to me now that maybe our best strategy is to take all our crap from the storage unit in Missoula, pack it into a container, ship it here, and, next spring, open L'American merde Store on the Blvd. Voltaire | 
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| He'll always have Paris | 
 
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