Comments on Our Paris: Variations on a Theme: "I went to the Market, mon p'tit panier sous le br...

Oh Lili ! Bienvenue dans ce blog communautaire ! M...

2007-03-17T09:48:00.000-04:00

Oh Lili ! Bienvenue dans ce blog communautaire ! Mais comment m'as tu trouvée ????

But Luc, you've also strolled the Sunday market ne...

2007-03-16T12:36:00.000-04:00

But Luc, you've also strolled the Sunday market near Pte de Vanves (remember the nearly microscopic daffodils in February?)

tiens la grenouille se cache aussi ici !donc quand...

2007-03-16T11:16:00.000-04:00

tiens la grenouille se cache aussi ici !
donc quand elle nest pas dans sa cuisine , elle est .... au marché .
Of course !
Bises Lili from the Food Box (au cas où tu ne m'aurais pas reconnu )

great photos, Anne!Is that the Aligre market?

2007-03-15T10:37:00.000-04:00

great photos, Anne!
Is that the Aligre market?

Bonjour Anne et merci pour cette petite visite au ...

2007-03-15T09:09:00.000-04:00

Bonjour Anne et merci pour cette petite visite au marché.

I really envy you; it is an old dream of mine to have “mes habitudes” as we said in French. Street markets are so much a part of the Parisians quality of life. On the mairie de Paris website I counted more then 85 different markets spread in all of the 20 arrondissements! In a pale comparison Ottawa have two open air market for one million habitants, and with our climate the variety of the local produces is rather limited.

In Paris so far I only visited three markets, the marché Charonne in the 11ème near the apartment, the marché bio aux Batignolles near Truffaut’s home in the 17ème and le marché des enfants rouges in the 3ème. I don’t buy much but I do listen to the conversation of the merchant and their clients, it is like a Greek agora, a place to meet and exchange not only with a mercantile goal. And that is what I like the must about going to the market, that human aspect of exchange that is often missing in our North American modern way of life.

A propos de ton titre : years ago, during a visit in Charlevoix, I heard Vigneault talking about his surprise that a song he wrote to illustrated the lack of comprehension between the two solitudes of the founding peoples of Canada turn out to be a teaching tool for French immersion program in English Canada.
Oh! Well c’est la vie.