Le Shopping

Being responsible for your own food is good. Apartment living encourages this.Yesterday, our first in Paris, was a day of shopping.
First, The Market Experience:
A couple of train stops away we found the Tuesday market at Place des Fetes. By the time we arrived, the fish, pork, fish,  foie gras, fish, chickens and fish were battling the heat and flies, so we stocked up on just fruit and veges. I'd had the impressive forethought to pack my hessian shopping bag (from lovely Lisa) so felt pretty smug filling it up with market wares before the metro trip home. Mind you, you can only make like a Parisian until you open your mouth...

But where was Brian Lamb when we needed him? The array of cheeses, pate, breads and unidentifiable other foodstuffs were nearly too much for my senses to cope with.
Then, the Supermarket Visit
Following a long afternoon on foot and on a bateau mouche on the Seine, we found (thanks, Google!) a Monoprix supermarket. (Though it took three exhausting, rush hour changes on the Metro to complete the journey home.) Things were more straightforward here, and it was pleasing to note that the French do lower themselves to use frozen veges.I had another Where's Brian When You Need Him moment in the wine section but finally stumbled out of that corner with a 7 Euro sauvignon. Price is all when it comes to French wine...if I don't know what I'm buying it might as well be cheap.
The other good thing to come from finding the Monoprix was that we have finally solved the Great Underpants Debacle. Nothing wrong with MY packing; need I say more?