|My pictures - le marché de Buzenval (Paris, 20th district)|
Sunday is the market. Black coffee, news, the first clothes available in the closet and off the Buzenval market, in le 20ème arrondissement. No watch, no phone, just a tote bag, some cash and home keys. Fifteen minutes walk, raining or sunny, hot or cold, my little Sunday pleasure.
And then... Then it's le 20ème arrondissement. The other side of Paris, not in any glossy magazine. It's people of all ages and cultures getting their vegetables for the week, it's market salesmen shouting their current discount offer. It's activists distributing a home made magazine called "Paris 20, infos et lutte de classe" (class struggle information). Because le 20ème is popular. It's waitresses and cooks and drivers. It's buzzing and laughing and alive. It's fresh and cheap and warm. It's the Paris I love.
And I come in this bursting activity, caught in the human warmth. I get to the poissonnier first, because they have the cheapest fish and seafood in Paris. Today, 1kg of shrimp for 5 euros. Then, off to the fromager, for a little goat cheese treat. Then, seasonal marvels: cheap and ripe fruit and vegetables for the week. Finally, with the remaining change, I get myself a small bundle of flowers and walk back home, a smile on my face. That's a little Sunday joy.
Then, Sunday is cooking. A vase for the flowers, the oven ready for a December cake aux épices and a simple seasonal dish to enjoy in front of the latest Homeland episode. It's turning on my favourite radio and preparing a sweet treat for tea time, transported by a selection of fine jazz music. Or a bit of gaming on my couchling. That's a little sunday joy.
Or maybe, writing a (not so) short message on my blog and share these small gifts of life. Remember how grateful I am. Because gratefulness is what turns what you have into enough.
|The local magazine - Seasonal fruit and seafood - fresh flowers|
What are your sundays made of?