Impossible

I had one of those days in Paris that wouldn't be possible in any other city: two markets, 6 scarves for 5 euros, a crêpe under the Eiffel Tower, second hand Louboutin shopping and a walk along Les Berges.  

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!"