I have a confession to make fellow Parisian friends… After a year of living in this city, I just went to the Marché Bastille for the first time last weekend. [Gasp.]
I know, I know, I’m a hypocrite with all my talk about loving markets in Budapest, London and beyond. How on earth it took me so long to shlep over to the 11th arrondissement on a Sunday afternoon is beyond me, but folks, I finally did. And it was incroyable!
My Bastille market adventure started with lunch from a Lebanese stall. The exotic Middle Eastern smells, vibrant colors and piles of pita bread reeled me in and I chose a vegetarian shawarma to nibble on as we browsed the endless produce, flowers, meat, cheese, prepared food and goods that the market has to offer.
Strolling through the market rows really reinforced how important and easy it is to buy fresh, local products. Why go the grocery store multiple times a week when you can gather everything you need while taking in the fresh air, people watching and coming face-to-face with farmers and vendors? From now on – even when I’m back in Atlanta – I’m going to strive to buy most of my produce from markets.
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