Marché des Enfants Rouges

It’s only day 2 of my discover something new project, and I almost didn’t make it out of the house. Le bébé is going through a growth spurt or something, and isn’t particularly happy unless she’s sleeping or eating. Or eating when she should be sleeping.

So motivating myself to get out the door and risk public baby screaming was tough today. But I dug deep and decided to do some much needed grocery shopping at Le Marché des Enfants Rouges, one of the oldest covered markets in Paris and by far one of the most fun – it’s got everything from organic produce and oysters to Moroccan food and fresh flowers.

It’s also one of my favorite places to get a crepe, so I set out to fill my grocery cart and my belly. And yes, technically that’s not a new thing. But I’ve really only wandered through on the weekends and I’ve never devoted much time to more than browsing the usually hectic aisles. So I set out to really discover everything the marché had to offer.

Unfortunately, what I discovered is that the Marché des Enfants Rouges isn’t very fun on a Tuesday afternoon.

Most of the stalls were closed for business. The awesome crepe guy was nowhere to be found. And I was definitely the only person there hauling around both a granny cart and an infant. But all was not lost — I did find a very cool little vintage photography shop tucked away in the back.

The old guy in the fedora was chain smoking while sifting through boxes of black and white photos, tossing the keepers (or the losers, I couldn’t tell) into that big plastic bin labeled “anonyme.” Those snapshots of “anonymous” or “unknown” people and places were just a euro each. I could have stayed there all day leafing through them, but the cold baby nose pressing into my chest said it was time to go home.

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