It’s a Sunday morning in Paris. That means that most shops are closed, leaving a void that is filled by neighborhood markets. This morning, my host Madame walked me to the local market and let me loose. Although I didn’t purchase anything, the sights, smells, sounds made me really feel like I was in Paris.
Trinkets old and new
Lovely Limoges (Like any Auntie?) 
Des Olives
Rabbit
