Last Friday I decided to combine a trip to the grocery store with a visit to the Raspail market, a gorgeous street market frequented by sweet Ina Garten. I always look for her when I am there. Where are you, Ina????
First I took the bus to the tony neighborhood of St. Germain. I really was the queen of the 83 bus that morning- I was the first one on! I felt very special.
I was excited to try out a grocery store that I had read about that morning. It was so nice. How I wish it were in my neighborhood.
I was happy to be able to find cornstarch there, which I needed for my cobbler, but no fresh berries to speak of. On to the Raspail market, several blocks away.
No berries to be found at Raspail market, either. I had to make a third stop to Picard (frozen food mecca) for two bags of frozen mixed berries. I don’t think anyone noticed they weren’t fresh.
While at the market I followed this woman around for a bit. I loved her look.
Three hours, two buses, and several miles of walking later, I was home again, ready to make my cobbler. Life isn’t fast or easy here, but it’s always interesting.
Got any fresh blackberries in your neck of the woods?