To the market
To take pictures of people buying a fat pig
People still do this. In some corners of the world, there are people who wake up early on weekends and go to the market and the fromagerie and the patisserie and the marche du flours. And I went looking for them today. Because I love them.
I haven't been to the Louvre, the Champs Elysee, Versailles or the Musee d'Orsay but I've been to just about every market this side of the Seine, in search of the market I saw in the movie Two Days In Paris. I didn't find The market. I didn't get the pictures I wanted. I did get lost. A lot. I did in 7 hours what should have taken 1.5. It was a miracle I made it back to my hotel. I walked in and the hotel clerk (the black Lerche) shook his head and mumbled "should've gone to Versailles like I told you...". I know, Lerche, I KNOW!
A couple hours later I was showered, with Nutella crepe in hand, with my feet dangling over the Seine. Thinking this can't be real. Watched the sun set. Watched the lights flicker on underneath the bridges. Watched people watch other people. Wishing I had my people next to me, some booze and some cloves. Next time...
I love Paris. But who doesn't.
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