The Market

For the French, most things are small.  Small cars, small meal portions, and small refrigerators.  No freezers.  If you want to bring home a five gallon container of Dreyer's to enjoy over the next week, too bad.  You either eat it all in one go, or the rest is going to waste.  And if you end up with a stomach ache and four gallons of melted chocolate marshmallow mush (still a fairly respectable accomplishment), chances are you might go for a smaller size next time, and only buy as much as you think you're going to eat.

Welcome to one of the defining characteristics of the French lifestyle.  When it comes to food, purchases come often, and in small amounts.  No bi-annual trips to the store to replenish the food stocks of the typical American home.  No Costco.

Instead, you go to the market.






















Thanks for reading.

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  1. Maryam MayAugust 23, 2012 at 12:30 PM

    That shot of the stairs - lovely contrast!! And I like the old people :)

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