My only plan today was to market at Marché Président Wilson but by the time I picked up my sliver of blue cheese and pint of paella the sun was finally shining so I decided to keep walking. On the other side of the Eiffel Tower I found another market which was far less refined and noisy. Along with fruit and cheese, bins were overflowing with tags-cut-out Petit Bateau t-shirts and stalls stocked with shiny, PVC ballerinas. Nothing cost over 10 euros. I came across a bin full of scarves and happily dug in with other Parisians to find my six, silky treasures for 5 euros. Perfect for accessorizing my entire black wardrobe!
Then I was off to explore Les Berges - a 2 kilometre stretch along the left side of the Seine. Les Berges starts at Pont d'Alma and finishes at Musée d’Orsay and provides Parisians a space to exercise, relax and be entertained. Today was children's day and there was a mini skate park, an art museum, a track and performers. Children were captivated, not terrified, by a beat poet type performer dressed to look like the grim reaper. He was shouting along to heavy sounding percussion and his face was hidden by a dark cloak. He looked nothing like friendly Fred Penner or Raffi.
|Children's mobile art museum at Les Berges|
On my way home from Les Berges, I stopped at a second hand store to try on a pair of black kitten heel Louboutin's. They fit perfectly and I enjoyed a glide around the store before slipping them off. A pair of shoes to dream about tonight!
French woman du jour...
At the market, a woman doing her shopping in a pink velour turban and matching pink lipstick. She wore a multicoloured caftan and orthopedic shoes. She walked purposefully down the centre of the market like it was her own private runway. She was accompanied by a dirty Yorkshire Terrier dragging a soggy purple sock in its mouth.
Tourists behaving badly...
Le Petit Cler ran out of croissants this morning. My waitress offered lemon cake as a substitute to which the reply was, "Lemon cake?! No croissant?! I HATE lemons!"