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Early Birds go to The Market         A true chef's paradise is found at dusk on a Saturday morning in the small streets lining large avenues -- the liveliness, the color, and animation that impregnates them never fails to amuse me, every time. One of my favorite things to do on a Saturday morning (only preceded by antique-ing at Port de Vanves & Marché aux Puces) is to walk through imperfectly lined stalls of all things fresh: fresh fruits, exotic mushrooms, shellfish & St-Jacques, freshly packed snails with herbs and beurre -- all of that surrounded by cheerful fishermen swiping the asphalt floor to get the ice off, & dig through their crop of the morning. It makes me wish I had a large kitchen made to my liking here in Paris, in order to experience the whole "buy fresh foods, cook delicious meals" thing the way I like; mais, alas, I sighed out my wish and took a walk to Arc de Triomphe (I love the detail of its architecture under the morning light) -- unfortunately, my looks of appreciation couldn't last long, my nose froze & tummy started growling, I had to run down Avenue de Wagram for my favorite Parisian baguette at Eric Kayser - I love it! It's the small little nooks of Paris that give me the foremost degree of pleasure. Of course, my temple of worship still remains 24 Rue du Fabourge St.Honoré, but, how does one say no to a crisp & crunchy freshly baked baguette sprinkled with flour & bagged in a piece of paper with a smiling face wishing you a bonne journée? Labels: Cookingfessional, Travel $1 in my moola box | link | email this post |
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