How To Succeed At A French Farmers Market
Twice a week, late in the evening, trucks arrived in our neighborhood in Paris. Metallic clattering filled the air as workmen inserted poles into holes in the pavement. They quickly erected frames, from which individual purveyors would create their canvas booths in the morning. The next day we’d find a bustling tent city six blocks long displaying all things edible. Booth after booth of cheese, bread, fish and poultry, olive oil, flowers, herbs, and fresh, plump fruits and vegetables tempted us....