This little piggy went to market
A French street market, that is! I love me some street markets. They always seems to have the best smelling, tasting, and looking food! The peppers are brighter, the pastries sweeter, and the fish smellier than in a regular grocery store. We intended to head to the largest market in Paris on Sunday morning, but like lazy slug-a-beds we slept late instead. I was a bit bummed, but then as we were walking to the Metro we saw a small, local market near our hotel. We were in the 13th Arrondissement, near Place de Italie, and this market seemed like it was entirely for locals. I didn’t see any of the cheesy tourist-stuff that you usually find – keychains of the Eiffel Tower, canvas bags that say “Paris”, etc.
So we took a quick walk through the market. I won’t post too many pictures, because it some ways one market is much like another. But I will say that we stopped for a pain au chocolat, and it was amazing!