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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