Marché des Cuisines du Monde, Bastille

 

Saturday I invited Julia to a new foodie event In my neck of the woods at Bastille.

You can’t miss Julia in her inimitable Marimekko/Uniglo puffer coat 🧥

Where it would be very easy to lose someone 

Among the 55 purveyors 

Of quite 

Exotic foods.

Julia got something from the Benin 🇧🇯 seller. She has guests coming for dinner 🍽️ I watch. 

I’m a timid taster 🥄 I have to admit, 

Unless it’s ice cream 🍨 

There was no ice cream 🍦 at the marchè…

 I did spot a sign for coconut 🥥 ice cream (which I passionately love ❤️ and would cross oceans 🌊 in an open boat 🛶 to Madagascar for) at the fair. 

I guess it was too cold 🥶 to serve. 

You can always find them fresh-churning it out at Salon de l’Agriculture. Have you tried? I don’t even like coconut! 🌴 As a kid, I was the one picking the coconut shreds out of the birthday cakes 🎂 🫣

Everything from the Canada 🇨🇦 table looked scrumptious, especially the donuts 🍩 

I did find a cookie 🍪 at the French 🇫🇷 stand 

Not exactly wildly adventurous you could say 🙄

I wish I’d tried the glossy Canelé…

Julia got Middle Eastern desserts for her guests.

Anyway it’s always fun to look. Saki anyone?

We both got divine Italian 🇮🇹 spinach ravioli 

We ate Rumanian crêpes 

I got an unadventurous roasted eggplant sandwich 🥪 

Julia went home with her treasures 

Later on I passed by the doors of Notre Dame.

My Notre Dames letter 💌 is finally in the poste 📮