One of my biggest indulges during this time in Paris has been Sundays spent at le Marché Bastille, one of the city's largest farmer's market. Today was my third Sunday in a row, and I made the most of it since it is my last (at least on this trip!).
This is nothing short of heaven on earth. Everything unimaginable is available, still smelling of wet dirt or already cooked and ready to chow. Yes, that includes everything from freshly cut local tulips to bull's testicles.
Ok, so Andy and I feel the same about Borough Market in London. But given the tall and endless piles of shellfish and stacks of cheese here, this might just trump that favorite spot. And it's just minutes from where I'm staying. The only thing missing today, in fact? Andy (who's back in L.A. sleeping as I write).
Forgive me for the extended album. This is actually only a fraction of my snapshots!