Our Saturday was the day we’d go to the market. Irene, the lady we met a couple of days prior in this post (Good Food is Hard to Find), told us to visit Marche d’Aligre in the 12th arrondissement on Saturday along with all the local Parisians who buy their weekly groceries (Metro Line 8, Ledru Rollin). She wrote out a recipe, in which Jay excitedly carried in his pocket as we went in search for the ingredients.
Saturday morning turned out to be a rainy day. Yes, Paris is pretty in the rain, especially at night when the neon lights reflect off the cobblestone roads. But during the day, it’s just a big mess. It gets cold and you walk haphazardly as you dodge the puddles. And more so when you’re a tourist, not wanting to miss that photo opp, but you have to balance the umbrella and the camera, trying to hide under your hood and poking your hands out of your sleeves just enough because it’s so damn cold. All the while, you’re also dodging other people’s umbrellas trying not to poke your eye out. Non-the-less, Jay happily flitted through the vendors – this was HIS thing.
Irene told us of a place where a truck load of oysters come from Brittany every Saturday and you can buy some of the best oysters around. I don’t eat oysters, so that was not a part of the conversation that I listened to carefully, so when Jay went in search of it, I wasn’t much help… especially since he lured me away from the rotisserie oven and into the rain in search of it. He came upon this place (I don’t even remember the name. At this time I was cursing the rain under my breath) and figured this was it.
I was done for the day and we decided to take the pork and oysters home and headed back to the metro. Along the way a store sign caught my eye. Le Baron Rouge (1 rue Theophile Roussel, 75012). THAT’S the place Irene was talking about! Jay went to check it out and apparently the oyster truck stops in front of this wine bar and you can eat and drink wine at the same time! Oh man, Jay just bought a dozen oysters! Oh well. We headed back to our apartment for lunch.
For the rest of the afternoon, we hung out at the apartment. Later that night we had leftovers (from the previous night) for dinner and decided to explore Montmartre since it stopped raining.
I wanted to eat a crepe so we stopped at Le Tire Bouchon (9 rue Norvins), a piano bar located right across our favorite restaurant, Le Poulbo, that we visited last time (European.Escape). I ordered a Nutella and banana crepe and Jay ordered a beer.
Since it was a rainy day, it was mostly an indoor day for us. The evening turned out nice and we had a nice stroll through Montmartre. For the rest of the trip it only rained one other day – we lucked out that only 2 days out of the 2 weeks we were there it rained. I have decided that I hate rain when traveling.