Today I went to the open-air market with my culture class called "Du jardin à l'assiette" (From the garden to the plate) where we essentially talk about French food culture (and as my Rubenesque figure will tell you, j'adore la nourriture.) And here are some of the interesting points of said excursion.
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| Crazy old lady surrounded by pigeons (hidden behind the table because I took this picture very surreptitiously because she's wicked mean). Apparently most of the stuff she sells is very overpriced and not that great compared to the other vendors. |
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| Actual escargot |
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| Pâté de foie gras and quail eggs |
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| I just thought these were pretty. |
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| The goat lady |
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| The pygmy goat. He was adorable and I wanted to hug him and love him and call him George. |
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| I am 100% vegetarian, but this kiosk smelled like Thanksgiving. |
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| Ooooooh, barracuda! (Or whatever the hell kind of evil freaking fish this is) |
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| The happy pineapple man. Most of the vendors try to get you to take their samples. It's not even like they're trying to get you to buy something, it's more like "OMG you have to try this" and then you eat it and it's like "WTF this is the best thing I ever ate"—until the next thing you try is so awesome you wig out. This pineapple was so juicy my shirt is now quite sticky. |
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| We were supposed to meet at Croix-Rousse and I got lost so I ran around looking for people from my group (almost all of whom, both the girls and the guys) are ridiculously beautiful. Then I ran almost smack into my poor ridiculously handsome Colombian friend Carlos without even noticing him because I was busy looking for all the other ridiculously beautiful Spanish girls in my group. I am the ugly duckling among us, I fear -_- |
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| The French are big on presentation. |
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| The more jacked-up, smelly, and disgusting-looking a cheese is, the better it tastes. In my humble opinion. |
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Okay. I have loads more to show/tell you, but I'm late for dinner with some of my international friends, so I hope this little preview tides you over for a bit.
It all looks delicious, though I would never be tempted to ingest escargot. Blech!
ReplyDeleteDon't be modest about your beauty, Hope. Those girls in your group are not as pretty as you. They're probably jealous!
Keep having fun.
Love,
Antisara
Your AntiSara is right, as usual. You are a real beauty...inside and out.
ReplyDeleteI just printed this out to show Ninny tomorrow. I printed out your first installment and took it to her to read yesterday. She practically inhaled it, loving every word...although she was irate at the rude treatment delivered on your first day. She was ready to pack her bags and go over there to do battle with the entire populace. I deftly talked her out of it, telling her about your recent positive experiences.
Thank you for all the wonderful pictures and comments. They are treasures.
Love you,
Granny Jane