moved to Paris, I didn’t live far from the Marché
d’Aligre. Not known for having a great sense of direction or
distance, I didn’t know how close I was and would take the bus home,
loaded down with my purchases from the market.
There was a
closer market in the Bastille, but the Aligre market was especially
bustling, and had an energy and dynamic that was different. Many of the
stands reflected a richer cultural mix than other markets in the city.
Prices were also especially friendly and if you needed to stock up on,
say, apricots or onions (or flea market finds), the Marché d’Aligre was