This is almost a story that needs no words, isn't it? When we had to change our Normandy plans, we spent Saturday in Paris. Market day. One of the benefits of being in the 18th, further out from the center of the city, was that we were in the heart of a neighborhood, and our neighborhood came to life on Saturday morning. Our normally quiet walk to our Jules Joffrin Metro Station had suddenly come to life. Everything you could need, suddenly available, in stalls lining the streets. Fish and meats, gorgeous vegetables and olives. And the clothes. I bought a scarf for my friend Catherine who'd helped out with Violet while we were gone, and the scarves were in a bin right next to the ladies' underwear.
Best though were the flowers. Of course. And the people. The streets teeming with people.