My First Street Market in France

I was so happy that I forgot how my feet were hurting me and began to take it all in. Vegetable plants that were already started, flowers, cheeses, fruits, mattresses, everything you could possibly want. I found a bread vender and got a baguette. I happily munched away as I viewed all the different options. There was paella and chicken dishes, rice and beads. It was just wonderful. I decided to get a nectarine. Perhaps it was that I was so hungry, but it was the sweetest nectarine I have ever had. It was just perfect. I sat down and listened to a man play some sort of string instrument.

After I finished my nectarine I decided to look for a drink. What do you know, this place does not have everything? I mean if I drank wine, I could easily get a bottle or two, but there was no water, juice, soda, nothing. I left the market and found a store. I got a large bottle of water for about ,30 euro and asked an old lady if she knew where Rue du Jardin was. I think that she did not understand I could not explain it better as she did not understand English. We laughed that neither one of us could understand and I kept walking. I decided it was not necessary to return to the garden and bought a helping of chicken with garbanzo beans and some rice. I ordered it (not so well) but all by myself, paid and even asked for a fork. At least people understand some of what I say.

I went back to my spot near the string player to eat my meal. There was a church nearby but the doors were closed. It said that it should be open, but I did not try a door. There were three guys by the steps of the church that were bad news bears, so I decided not to investigate. After my meal I decided it was time to head back for the room and get my bearings straight. I pulled out my map and found the two streets that met where I was. A man on a motorcycle/moped thing came up and helped me find where I was. I knew how to get back, I just needed to know where I was. He helped and I was off.

Back at the hotel I went looking for Rue du jardin again, on the map this time, to go back there. I could not find it. Perhaps the old lady did understand me and she just had not heard of the street.