After initially being quite upset that all the shops I planned to visit were shut on Sunday, I had the pleasure of stumbling upon the Marché Richard-Lenoir this morning. In California we like to brag about our Farmer’s Markets, but we have nothing on this.

The market stretches endlessly (no complaints) down a tree-lined boulevard. At times there are three aisles of stalls, requiring multiple journeys up and down the boulevard. My iPhone camera does no justice to the vibrant colors of the offerings (and obviously not the scents).

Fish, Meats, Breads, Cheeses, Mushrooms, Flowers, Oysters, Fruits. At an Olive vendor I counted 20 different offerings. Produce came from France and throughout Europe. The Clementine I tasted from Spain was delicious.

For lunch I ate a delicious Manouché, which I’ve read alternately described as a Lebanese breakfast pizza and a sandwich.

Alas I wish I could sneak some of this food through customs.