On our last day in Paris, before our afternoon flight, we got up early and checked out the Marche d’Aligre, one of the more traditional and popular outdoor markets in Paris. Imagine walking through tight rows of vendors yelling a slur of French words at you that have something to do with the beautiful fresh fruits and vegetables that they are selling. Bunches of bulbous grapes ranging from soft yellow to deep purple, bright red tomatoes bursting with juice, creamy avocados cut open with slices to sample… god it’s beautiful. Unlike the farmers’ markets in NYC, the produce at this marche were just glowing with freshness. I felt like I could taste the tomatoes by just looking at them. The lively environment with local frenchies hustling and bustling about for their week’s groceries also added to the fun. After we wandered around and didn’t buy anything (I so wish we had come on day 1… I would’ve gotten so many fruits), we hopped on over to a cafe for lunch. I can’t remember the name of the cafe but I’m sure I have it written down somewhere and will update when I find out.
I had the Croque-Madame, which is simply a croque-monsieur (grilled toast with ham and cheese) with an egg on top. Though it looked very pretty, the toast was a bit overtoasted and so lost the soft chewy center of great bread. The whole thing just tasted like crust. Ham was very mediocre quality (like packaged sandwich ham), unlike most of the amazing cured jambon’s we had at other places. Sorry to ruin the photo for you guys. Continue reading Lunch by the Marche d’Aligre