I absolutely love markets – flea, wet, open-air, enclosed, night, morning, art, antique, street, farmers, super – love them all.
And Paris has a decent number across the various kinds from spanking new, high end to traditional ones with character loved by the locals. Absolute heaven!
I popped in at one this morning to get breakfast and watched as the market came to life. Deliveries were made, storekeepers organizing their goods, early shoppers picking produce, people on the phone and gesticulating wildly. Guess the last one is a rather common sight wherever you go!
In the midst of all these, the smell of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee wafted through the pedestrianized walk, alternating with short gushes of cold winds tunneling along.
I was happy to be just sitting there with a hot cup of coffee in my hands. 🙂
Marche along Rue Cler, where I was in the morning:
Marche Raspail, a traditional, open-air one along Rue de Rennes:
La Grand Epicerie in Le Bon Marche Department Store. A high-end one that looks impressive and oh so neat!