The sun is still shining, but that doesn't mean we can shed the layers yet. In fact yesterday was nearly as cold as it had been back in January, but the blessed sun was blazing in a pure blue sky and we decided it was time to go back to the Sunday street market at Bastille and stock up on food. It's been months since we were there and I craved the sight of fresh vegetables and fruit, shining fish and spring flowers.
I had forgotten how much fun shopping this way is, moving down the rows, dodging old ladies and meandering tourists to reach the vendors I liked. A bit of this, a slice of that, un morceau of the other, a kilo of those and half a kilo of these and we were ready for a coffee. Sitting in the Place, looking out at the traffic and the passing pedestrians while sipping a hot café crême was an accessible bit of heaven. Just a lot colder than I thought heaven would be.
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