Pavlovas need fruit, and I didn't have any, so I jumped on the 68 and, for the first time, I went down to the organic markets at Raspail.
I live at the top of Rue des Batignolles and I often go to the organic markets that happen there on a Saturday morning. I encountered many of the producers I usually see there this Sunday, except one.
Right at the southern end was the sweetest bake-shop** stand selling cookies, canelés and English muffins. We took four to make egg and bacon sandwiches for lunch and I took a little canelé to accompany my coffee.
I took my loot of pomegranate, passion fruit and figs home and delicately packaged everything up to take to my friends' cafe to share the (sweet) love. It only occurred to me as I was riding there that taking your own food to a cafe isn't totally kosher...
Luckily for me, and our bellies, they didn't mind too much...
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