There is an all-organic market at Raspail that operates every Sunday. I resisted going for a very long time because I don't really like the idea of wasting my Sunday in a market when doing groceries is practically my full-time job. Which is a bit of a shame really. because one good reason to visit is the stall that sells hot-off-the-griddle potato pancakes. With or without lamb, naturally I plumped for the lamb version and it was so darn good I promptly bought another piece for dinner.
It was still September then and tomatoes were going strong. By that time though we were already quite sick of them, but they do make pretty pictures.
What caught my eyes was one particular stall selling "murs sauvages" or wild blackberries. Not the most common fruit around, I quickly bought a small punnet and let V taste some. She loved it, heck, the box didn't leave her hands until she ate them all up and then lapped up the black juices left behind.
There are lots more to see and buy, but my freezer and fridge were already full so we bought some fruits. Muscat-like grapes with thick skin and fruity perfumes and a kilo of Reine Claude plums. By the time we finished, it was nearly lunch time. Perfect, the kid settled into the car and fell into a blackberry storpor, time enough for us to drive all the way to Telegraph Street for some really mean lamb kebabs.
