Scenes from the Marche MAubert – large-droopy headed pink peonies (my favourite flower) and wicker baskets of wines.
The market was an assault on the senses with the beautifully-displayed fresh produce, cheeses, flowers, meat – I was so overwhelmed that at first, I couldn’t help her choose what to buy. Since we didn’t have much time, we decided to get some cooked Mexican-spiced pork spare ribs from the butcher. Along with the ribs, we also got a large container of potatoes and bacon roasted directly in the rotisserie underneath the whole chickens, browning the potatoes in the hot chicken fat. We got a baguette a la campagne and the most exotic fruit tart we could find on the shelf at the patisserie – not the typical tarte aux pommes or tarte aux poires but a tarte aux pommes, abricots, pistaches et amandes. Two kinds of leafy lettuce, a few avocados and last but not least, two wonderful cheeses – a creamy Reblochon and a herbes de Provence coated chèvre.
From top row: fresh fish display, fantastic produce including large, red coeurde boeuf tomatoes and the large and smelly assortment of cheeses
We loaded Daria’s red Rolser with our goodies and walked the half a block home to set up our lunch. Marie was already there and she helped make the salad while Daria set the table and I laid out the food on platters. In ten minutes we were ready to eat and what a feast we had. The ribs were delicious and the potatoes were decadent. The salad of lettuce, avocados and mustardy French dressing was just right. When we got to the cheeses, I was about to follow the “no unpasteurized milk products rule while pregnant” but I couldn’t help myself so I had a small slice each of the Reblochon and the Chèvre – both were excellent and I had to control myself from having seconds. Finally, we each had a small slice of the exotic fruit tart that was interesting – not too sweet with the nuts adding texture to the flavours.
After lunch, we walked around the corner to a little café overlooking Notre Dame and the Seine and each had an espresso. For me, this is what Paris is all about – the vie du quartier with each arrondissement’s weekly market, fantastic produce accessible and available at all times and most of all, the time to sit around at one of the innumerable corner cafés and watch the world go by.
Views from Daria’s 17-meter balcony of typical Parisian facades.
We spent the rest of the afternoon with the three kids – pick-up at school then the short walk to the sandbox at Notre Dame before heading home to feed the kids and put then in bed. We then had an early dinner of Mexican takeaway from nearby Mexi and Co. then ended our busy day sitting on Daria’s typical Parisian wrought-iron balcony having a coffee.