Stall after stall of cheeses, punnets of raspberries, stacked baguettes, sun-ripened tomatoes, freshly lopped pigs’ trotters, horse-meat sausages, spit-roasted chickens, glass bottles of olives and olive oils, quail eggs, duck eggs, bins of chanterelle mushrooms and knobbly truffles, long-clawed langoustines and prickly sea urchins on beds of crushed ice – together with belts, boots, wallets, low cost socks, stylish hats, vibrant scarves, striped T-shirts, wicker baskets, wind-up toys, buckets of flowers… Paris’ avenue markets, such because the great Marché Bastille, are a feast for the senses.
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