As soon as I walk through the café door, the counter guy greets me in super-friendly American English. The interior is simply adorned to be warm and inviting- there’s no assault of some electric pink and purple decor- as you might expect given the cake shop’s name. I’m loving the fact that Joy Division and Joni Mitchell are playing on the sound system; this is definitely a place that invites a person to linger for awhile- and that’s precisely what I intend on doing.
As I wait to place my order, I’m scanning the display of unpretentious yet sophisticated confections…
I soon arrive at the Seine and make my way towards the nearest bridge spanning over to Île de la Cité. As I’m walking past the bouquinistes, I am stopped by a kind lady who wants to give me something. It’s not a flier, so I take it from her as she gestures to go and walk down the stairs to the riverside. I’m a little confused, but am also intrigued. Something’s going on down there, and quickly decide that my social calendar can make room for a deliberate detour down to water level.
This guy was handing out slices of melon for people to taste. I wasn’t about to drop that into my bag, so I continued on into the crowd.
It turns out that this is a “floating market” that has come to Paris in order to show off the best products of southwest France. Bonjour to another score in agendaless exploration!
Here is the chef’s creation (nail color by the way, is courtesy of April, my stylish nail polish hook-up). This aesthetically-pleasing creation had oatmeal, grapes, apples, and a jam-laced whipped cream concoction that was really nice. Not too sweet, not too heavy- and not at all like the Sugarplum cake from an hour ago. Still, it was tasty in its own right.
As I wait in line for the Master Chef, I continue to hold this mystery paper bag in my hands- the one that brought me down here in the first place. It is not until I get to the head of the line at the Chef’s table that I understand its purpose. The line next door is handing out free stuff, so I of course give in to my “humans like free stuff” urge and head on over that table.
It turns out that lots of people want free stuff, so I patiently queue up and field the same question asked of me several times: “What are you all waiting for?”. Free stuff and standing in line, two great tastes that go together.
It’s not long before the super-smiley volunteers put some fresh fruit and a head of garlic into my little sack. At this stage in the afternoon the market is pretty packed, and I can tell that these vendors are not from the city…they are way too happy to be dealing with us yahoos who are only here for the free food.
Captive Pears! How did they get in the bottle? They may be prisoners, but at least they are serving out their sentence by being complétement saoule.
The French have a serious love of prunes, and I’m not quite sure why. I got to this table and the lady had me try a stuffed prune. “What is it stuffed with?” I asked. “Prunes!” was her answer. I tasted it, and yep- it certainly was. I don’t understand the attraction, apart from the fact that this would help me stay regular.
So many prune products, but I couldn’t bring myself to buy a bag of prune-stuffed prunes. So instead I gave the lady two euros and bought this shot of prune-soaked liqueur. I’m thinking that this will probably end up being something that is gifted and re-gifted a few times. Prunes don’t top the list of things that excite me when we’re talking about flavored booze. Still, I’m all about the culture here….
I’m starting to think that I need to get my ass to this part of France. I’ve never been out there…
Pain d‘épices, more than you would ever want in one sitting! Incidentally, this stuff is used to make my favorite ice cream flavor in France (yes, that would be called pain d’épices flavor).
Wow. Now this is a serious chocolate stand. After my cake and coffee from tout à l’heure, it’s still too much of a sugar rush for me to try out all in one day…I can’t possibly eat anything more…
I love escargots! The vendor was selling little baskets of them, but I wasn’t hungry for a whole bucket. I asked him instead if it would be possible for me to buy just one. “No, it’s not possible for you to buy just one!” he said, “You can have one for free!”. He handed me a stick of snail, and again I was amazed at the joviality of the people manning this market.
Cheers, random floating market!
This time I actually make it across the bridge and step onto Île de la Cité. Before cutting across the island, I do stop to check in on Charlemagne and ensure that he’s still keeping watch over my favorite spot in the world. (Dad, you’ll be happy to know that OPS are still normal over here.)