On our recent trip to Paris we were overjoyed one morning to look out our hotel window and notice an open air market directly outside our lobby door. Colorful, blue, stripped canvas tent tops kept out the light rain as we perused from stall to stall.
There was a plethora of French products for sale; from heavenly spiced meats, some cooked others not, to rare varieties of fruits and veggies, to scarves, handbags and clothing and my very favorite stall was the one selling spices. Dozens and dozens of spices laid out open in little bottles and dishes. I am a fairly good cook, but there were many spices with rich aromatic flavors I had never heard of.
The spice sellers were great, as French looking as a person could be, with a beautiful accent. As I approached his stall, he called me by name, telling me in his most French accent that I was not alone. This totally startled me, how could this Frenchman on the other side of the ocean know my name? I was bewildered, again he called me by name with a big smile on his face and told me I was not alone. Presently my sisters-in-law who were out of sight came giggling around the corner. They had been calling for me and he had heard them. This will be the memory of the French outdoor market I will take to the grave. A Frenchman with blue stripped canvas overhead, in the middle of a drizzly grey morning calling me by name telling me that I am not alone.
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