Marche des Enfants Rouges

It's Sunday morning and I need food. Good food. I've been hearing about markets around Paris and decide it's time to explore. I find one in the Marais that sounds incredible - Marche des Enfants Rouges. It's a covered market, complete with vendors selling fresh vegetables, fruits, meats, breads, pastries, you name it. Instantly, I'm enthralled by the extensive selection of exotic mushrooms - I've never seen so many different kinds. I grab a plastic bag and take one of every kind. Then I spot sweet potatoes - they're huge! I grab a couple of those too. I see bananas from Martinique, too. That sounds exotic and cool, I think! I don't even know where Martinique is. I tell myself I better pay for my produce before I buy the entire market.

On the way out I pass a Fromagerie and can't help but go inside. The cheeses are divided by what kind of milk they use, whether it's goat, cow or something else. I have no idea what anything means, so I pick up two random ones. I ask the fromageuse, "est-ce que ce fromage est bon avec le vin rouge?" She looks confused, obviously I have butchered the French language. I try again, asking, "Quel fromage est son favori?" She points to the one in my right hand, so I go with that. Good enough. 

My food venture ends at a boulangerie, where I buy a cookie with three different kinds of chocolate chips. I've noticed that chocolate chip cookies over here have more of a biscuit-y, buttery taste than ones back home do. But no matter, a chocolate chip cookie will always be one of the greatest gastronomic indulgences ever.