Oh we’re starving over here. I’m going to whither away and blow into the wind if I don’t find something good to eat…Ha! More like I’d be going up a size in pants if it wasn’t for all the walking we do all day. I really thought I was going to have a hard time with food. I read about all the frog legs and the cream sauces and the meats cooked in intestine lining and such and being a picky eater just the thought of the unknown gave me the heebie jeebies. But I was wrong to worry, I’ve found there are plenty of things to eat. Plus, if you don’t find something you like, there’s always a patisserie (pastry shop) just around the corner.
I’m loving the food here. A lot of flavors are more mild than I’m used to but it brings out a whole new plethora of subtle spices and textures. Anise, pepper, basil and mustard…the crusty bread and strong bitterness of espresso coffee (or “cafe noir” as they say here)… I could definitely get used to this. Just the thought of an over-salted meal from Applebee’s or Chile’s turns my stomach. When I get home I want to adopt this new way of eating.
Our guide told us that it isn’t uncommon not to own a refrigerator here. It is totally normal to shop for your meals daily so they don’t spoil. It might seem like a bother, but if you’ve seen the markets over here you would change your mind. They are small and neighborly. Everyone walks so there is no hassle with a parking lot or carts and since you only buy a little at a time, a hand carry basket is perfect. The produce is fresh and displayed outside for all to see. The small market is really a treat to visit. I intend to stock up on chocolate from one right before we leave. C’st tres bon! (sp?)