STrolling around the market
On a sunny morning, being the Parisienne imp that I am, I enjoy a little stroll around the market with my camera slung over my shoulder. Off I go through the rush, the crush and the shopping-trolley gridlocks, with “Elle est belle ma salade!” or “3 pour 2 euros!” ringing through my ears. Fancy that! Madame Champignon is selling oyster mushrooms this morning! There's always a queue in front of the fishmonger's blue display. “Bonjour ma petite dame, what will it be for you? Extra-special peas? New potatoes for a jardinière?” Yummy… what a sweet scent… it's basil! And look at all those colourful goods patiently waiting their turn to be relished…
I've made up my mind, the vegetables are on, today: come on, leeks, radishes, carrots, turnips, onions and beetroots, say “Cheese”! Each of you will have its own carrier to make a hit at the greengrocer’s.
Latest stars of the market, the shopping bags are the size of our favourite veggies and bear their image.
Most handy for carrying leeks, and so stylish when trailing radishes around.
The stallholder is not the sole actor in the market: with Maron Bouillie, the shopping trolley resembles a caravan.
The flower man and the fruit-and-vegetable lad race for fun and come upon their stall, identical or almost, standing before them in print.