Marché Raspail

I finally made it to the Marché Bio Raspail with M.

Held only on Sundays from 7am - 3am
Metro - RennesEverything is organic or bio pronounced B-O or biologique.

They have great hunks of my favorite soap, Savon de Marseilles, made of pure 100% olive oil. This soap goes everywhere-bath and kitchen. This soap refuses to die. After a year, you look at the block in disgust and toss it. Enough! Then you immediately replace it with a new block. It's unscented - hard to find these days and way cheaper here than in New York. More great hunks, this time cheese bigger than your head.

Hunky bread. There's a rustic quality to this marche that's very appealing.

You can pretend you're in the country.

 Potted herbs to put on your apartment windowsill or balcon?

Did they go into this delicious salade? We bought some for lunch.

What about the guy in the background with the red beret and red neckerchief? I'd love to know his story.

More lunchtime goodies - freshly made soupe.

No way could I pass up the hot chocolat l'ancienne. You have to add your own sugar. It's organic!

Alison gave me this book to read on the bus up to the Boston - they had exact descriptions of the Marché Raspail venders.
"At the end of the market, a young man is frying potato pancakes with onion and cheese." We ate those right on the spot. OMG Sinfully good even if organic.

 A chic back view of a marche vender. Note - purple scarf.

M.'s bread from the market to go with our market soupe de lentilles à l'indienne.

I picked up macarons on the way home from Sadaharu Aoki on 35 rue de Vaugirard. They're open on Sundays. Isn't it wonderful!

A very fun and unique experience.

GET OUT OF BED and GO!

BONJOUR Marché Raspail!