Right on my
birthday, December 9th, we went to the most famous market in Paris, located
near the Porte de Clignancourt metro station. Its official name is Les Puces de
Saint-Ouen but the French call it just “Les Puces”. It was my oldest dream to
see the market and while planning the weekend we already knew that we would
definitely go there. A HUGE territory where you can find almost everything -
from the antique furniture and tableware to unbelievable haute-couture clothes
and accessories. I personally think that the reason to see that terrific place
is enough to go to Paris. And there on the market a nice thing happened to me.
After a long walk and careful study of the market, we were hungry and decided
to eat in a small restaurant which we saw on the market's territory. There
around us were only the French, live music played, the woman on the wrong side of thirty sang
and everyone in the restaurant sang that
song along with
her. Faster than light, the waiters served the traditional mussels dish
called Moules a la provencale. So, in general, the mood was very french
and all the
tables were occupied. Those tables stood in a raw in such a way that you
felt
the elbow of the person sitting at the
next table. So, they showed us to our table, we made an order and were sitting
slightly stunned by what was going around. On our left hand, there sat an
impulsive couple in constant need for
our attention. Several minutes later, a table on our right was occupied by a
young couple. The moment they sat down, the girl turned to me and asked:
"Is your name Sofi, by any chance?" So there on the suburbs of Paris,
we got acquainted, myself and the reader of my blog - Dasha. And it was so much
pleasant! We had a lovely dinner, drank some wine and continued our search.
And, yes, that is how it works in Paris. There are adventures around each
corner.
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