Contrary to popular belief, I will not be returning from France weighing over 300 pounds. While I have enjoyed the (not-so-)occasional pain au raisin et café...
... to wake me up before 3 hours of teaching "head, shoulders, knees and toes" to over-energized seven year olds, I have also never seen this much fresh produce. There are markets everywhere. One of my favorites is the St. Aubin Market every Sunday which, since there is absolutely nothing open on Sundays, is packed with people from around the city. I promise to work up the nerve to take pictures of the cheese trucks and the paella stands soon. Another favorite is the Bagatelle Market which is a transplanted Moroccan souk - olives, dates, and vendors that love to haggle.
In the meantime though, I had the pleasure of traveling to Paris (en route to Berlin and Belgium) where I wandered through a pretty spectacular market. It is on the corner of Saxe and Breteuil (every Saturday until 1:30 ish... allowing you to sleep in). I highly recommend finding the man with Tabouli.
And lastly, if all else fails - I have found 'diet' chocolates from Belgium... Still unsure how this works.
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