Let the buying begin!Ī month earlier, when I was shopping in Indian markets, it was all about the bargaining. After a quick group conference in which duck was rejected ( sob!) as well as escargot (I could live with that one), we settled on scallops and-for those like me who couldn’t eat shellfish-salmon. Justin led us past meat and vegetable stalls, while keeping up a steady flow of information about the history of the site, some of the vendors who’d been coming for generations, and prestigious awards won by famous shops like Laurent Dubois for cheese or the bakers with their incredible brioche.

His colleague handed out large market bags with La Cuisine Paris’ logo, and we followed Justin into the market like a group of anxious duckling tourists. I got there early to allow time for the day’s first cafè crème, but when I emerged Chef Justin was already standing in front with several other students. My market cooking class was gathering at the oldest outdoor market in Paris to choose the ingredients and determine the menu we’d be cooking that day. “Meet at Metro Maubert-Mutualité, in front of Café le Métro” the message said. Here’s a post from a class several years ago. One of my favorite walks in Paris is the early morning market cooking class I’ve taken on a couple of different Paris trips. (Puppies!) But even if those people exist, they would still have to admit that Paris is one of the most walkable cities in the world.

After all, I’ve heard there are people who don’t like chocolate, and babies, and puppies. It’s possible, I suppose, that somebody somewhere doesn’t like Paris.

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