I wish you could've come with me to the markets in Paris. You would've seen so many wonderful things like…
The vibrant produce.
Luscious strawberries meticulously arranged.
And peaches wearing strawberry hats.
Lettuce so alive.
Potatoes without a blemish.
Tomatoes of character.
Bouquets of wild asparagus.
Wild mushrooms split open.
Wedges of giant squash.
Splashes of color.
Creamy, tangy yogurt in collectible glass jars.
Ripe and pungent cheese.
Purple, green, and black.
Each variety sharp and briny in its own unique way.
A flavor of tapenade to suit every taste.
More splashes of color.
Pristine fish fillets on ice in the open air.
Bundles of slender razor clams.
Baskets of oysters of all kinds.
Plump little frog legs.
Impeccably fresh whole gizzards, my favorite!
And other offal pig parts in the form of sausage, most definitely not my favorite.
Pâtés sold by the slab from earthenware bakers.
Artfully prepared terrines.
Then the cured meats.
Saucisson sec piled high.
Chickens spinning their way to succulent deliciousness.
And cooks wielding poulet roti.
It was a feast for the eyes.
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