It's Autum, grapes and the first clementine arrive.
Oysters and
figs and berries abound.
Lobsters aren't cheap, this is Paris.
These must have been from yesterday, cooked, cut and stuffed.
Cèpes and girolle from France? Maybe.
An espresso in the long shadows.
One of those big crabs
A Saint Piérre?
You know daguerrotype? One of the first photographic processes? Yes that derives from the name of Monsieur Louis Daguerre, he was an artist. I wonder if someone told him he was crazy, don't do that, it's a bad idea, I wonder what he would have answered. Fuck off? Now there is even a Daguerreian Society.
What would he think if he knew the Parisians would dedicate a street to him and it just turned into one of the best markets in town.
This fish doesn't look to appetizing with his exploded tongue.
Camembert yes. Miam miam.
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