A Roaring Good Time

Today's agenda includes the local market for lunchtime paella. We are also desperate for some breakfast items and with only two days left we need to make the most of the local fare.

A late start and the Saturday streets fill fast with shoppers. People watching in Paris is a full time sport. Always intriguing are the outfits of course. Ranging from Euro trash to chic to American retro, it's always a good show. I'd love to do a daily blog similar to the Glamour Do's and Don'ts column. I can never get enough of it.

A robust haul at the market yields some scrumptious cheese, paella, fruit for breakfast and nuts for Pierce. Brunch on an outdoor bench is in order.

Full bellies prompt a walk and Pierce takes his snooze. Mitch and I window shop and head to Marche des Enfants Rouge, but we are too late for the fish monger guys there. Instead a few blocks to the Bastille area we duck into a corner bistro. Some wine and beer with local rugby reruns on the TV feel likes home in the genial atmosphere.

Tomorrow there is a match between France and Italy in the Six Nations Tournament. Apparently France is very good this year, so the anticipation is high. We consider tickets to the match, but wonder if Pierce would last. I suspect we may find a comfortable place to watch it instead.

A roaring good time is in store after P man's nap. A brigade of perhaps 1000 motorcyclists overtake the Bastille intersection, just as we approach. The noise and excitement is enough for Mitch and Pierce to remain in awe. Motorized vehicles hold universal appeal for boys it seems. It is quite a sight to behold. We work out that it is a protest of some sort. Some kind of rally, but I can't read the signs close enough to get a handle on what they want.

The cops come fairly quickly after the group brings traffic to a standstill by circling the Bastille several times.



Following the homage to Sturgis, a jovial crowd enjoys the scene and Pierce partakes in the nearby merry go round.

A stop to purchase more fish from the local shop and a bottle of wine, make for a nice evening at home.



Mitch and I both plan runs tomorrow, we'll see how it pans out.