We took a walk to Le Marche des Enfants Rouges, the oldest food market in Paris.
Named for an orphanage nearby where the children wore red uniforms.
I got the freshest and tastiest vegetables; peppers, carrots and tomatoes from regions in France you only read about in books.
There’s a stall here that has the most delicious couscous you’ll ever have.
The guy said it’s so good and authentic people come all the way from Morocco just for it.
I almost believe him.
I posted a short video on Youtube of the boat cruise, the plan is to take another cruise one at night for the lights.
The days are blurring into each other, actual days don’t mean anything except to serve as a reminder of the things yet to be done.
I haven’t been feeling a hundred percent since yesterday, I have a slight sore throat and general fatigue – I was afraid it might get worse before it got better so I went to la pharmacie last night for some medicine. That and some good macarons and I feel much better today.