- French markets
Today I went to a large market in Paris. It was by accident that I ran into it, I was on the location of my new site for the design project this semsester. The market was enormously long. It was below the elevated metro tracks and streatched for 3 city blocks. I have never seen so many fish vendors. I also saw some sad animal mutalated with its organs still inside clearly and cleanly cut as if it was done for a biology disection. oh and its eyeballs remained. the tag said "Lapin" I still have to look up what that is, but it looked like a small dog, like a prairie dog or something. I was browsing through when I saw the brightest plump strawberries I have yet seen in France, so I bought a basket and that was my lunch for the day. I was observing the interaction the vendors have with the ones who come to buy-the butchers yell out commands to eachother and to attract people to thier tables. They talk to thier customer while gutting thier bird or fish. It does not seem like they are in much of a hurry, or otherwise they would not talk while cutting away. The market appears as a huge social event. Its more than going and buying the fresh food. Its an interaction with other people in the neighboorhood. Something they all look forward too. Now Ive been to the maxwell street market, and sure its huge and all, but cmon half that stuff is stolen!! LIke I reallly would want to talk to a thief-basically what Im getting at is that markets are something special to europe. I really wish we had them back at home.
shandar | 5:50 PM
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