Elbow to elbow, we were moved along by the sweet scent of fresh picked flowers.
I parted with some euro when I caught a whiff of dried herbs, oils and vinegars, and salt and pepper from the south of France.
There aren't many fruits or vegetables that are allowed back into the US, so we just admired their beauty and bounty.
Each one was more seductive than the next.
The bright and deep greens of the Romanesca, artichokes and cabbage, counterbalanced the creamy colors of the potatoes, pasta and cheese.
I'm not too sure though, that I could bring myself to have a taste of this bleu cheese from d'Augverge.
Black walnuts, hazelnuts and honey all complimented the many cheeses.
Tea and jam had fresh baked breads and pastries ready to be taken home with them.
Suddenly a loud "cock-a-doodle-doo" echoed under the tented roof. The animated butcher sang the song of the rooster, as he merrily prepared his goods for the waiting customers, on his well worn board. Trotters and tongues mingled with sausages, and hams.
Roasted whole chickens and freshly laid eggs,
could be taken home alongside prepared lentils with carrots, and rich Potatoes Dauphiois.
And, if all of those fruits, vegetables, meats, cheeses and flowers aren't enough....at the end of the market you can buy some colorful lingerie. But, will you be able to fit into them after the prior indulgences?!
Paris Street Markets locations and times.