Sunday in Paris
means the Flea Market
and the Organic Market.
Interesting goods, great people watching
and a stunning array of produce, cheeses,
meats and flowers.
First off there was the Flea Market.
Some of the vendors have a good eye
and take the time to artfully arrange their products.
I picked up some of these vintage hooks
last year and now they hang in our new bathroom.
Nothing like a little Paris to perk things up.
This booth always has a poker game going on
or they are having a tasty lunch
with a nice bottle of wine.
Living the good life.
The vendor does always break for a sale.
|Juliette and Sally|
Women with tools.
Everyone found something special
for themselves or as a gift.
It's great to meet for coffee afterwards
and share our purchases.
|Rosemary, Margaret, Betty and Lorianne.|
Waiting in line for galettes
(Well worth the wait
as they taste so good.)
are at the other end of the market.
Sunday was the Russian Orthodox Easter.
(Not all of the eggs were in one basket...)
All decorated for the wedding couple
complete with covered seats
and baby's breath.
Ready to roll in front of the Hotel Lutetia.
Whenever the sun comes out
so do the Parisiens, en masse.
The grass was covered
in the Place des Vosges.
I admired a boater like this
on a man at the Flea Market.
I was happy to find one under the arches
in the Place des Vosges arcade.
Sunday in Paris.