Sunday morning wearing my Frees. The rest of my team are still sleeping. I walk fast to Bastille, the spot where, I guess one could say, the French revolution started in 1789 (on the weddingday of my Parents), and where I just have to be every sunday morning when I visit Paris.
The reason is the Farmers market.
Here I get my sunday breakfast that I enjoy on a bench drinking a way too strong black coffee, served in a plastic cup that I would not use for anything else than water.
It is October and This means Pomme Granate time. I have been writing about this obsession before: “Pomme Granate is in the house” October 15th 2010. I call it obsession since I once (seriously) went 3 days to Turkey ONLY cause I was craving this fruit.
Now, I had almost forgotten how good sweet they tastes with a good natural yoghurt and Granola. Heaven.
I had my yoghurt with a raisin bread and the type of radish that I only buy in paris. They are soo good and less spicy then the ones I know. I had it with a 24 month old Comte and the salty butter that I snatched at my hotel before I left in the morning.
What are your secret food shopping spots in Paris? What about tuesdays? Would not mind a market breakfast tomorrow… Oh, wait, I know one! The oldest market in whole Paris. 39, rue de Bretagne in Marais. Opened every day from 9.00 but closed on mondays.