When in France....

The open air food market down the street




It's a beautiful sunny day in Paris. So am up early (well, by 'early' I mean 8.30am) in order to go to the weekly outdoor food 'marche' around the corner but of course there are a few things that it takes time to get used to when in France. How shall I say this? They like to do things a little 'differently' here so, for instance, instead of a market that closes at 1.30pm opening at say, 6 or 7am they like to open around 10 or so (depending on the mood of the day of course). Also, instead of being able to change a train ticket electronically on line one must line up in a (very long) line at a crowded train station only to be told to return the next day...
Yet, whilst in Paris these things (along with the bad parking, dog poo-filled streets and the general smell of urine in the metro) can seem insignificant (in Adelaide of course I would be writing letters of complaint as those of you who know me well would be well aware). So, whilst I wait for the market to open here are some shots of us soaking up the general ambiance of the place.














Parking parisian style