Bastille Market Day and Eating Pizza in France

Today was Sunday one of the biggest market days in Paris. The outdoor market at the Bastille is considered the largest in the city and is open from 7:30 AM to 1:30 PM on Sunday and Thursday so we made it there this morning. It is huge and is the length of two Metro stops starting at the Bastille. We walked the entire length and Clark got 3 stylish new shirts and we bought fresh food for lunch and dinner. We came home with a horn of plenty including a Mediterranean feast with fresh Greek Salad, Hummus, Taboli, and fresh fruits. We found prawns that were true U6 prawns from Madagascar that we will have for dinner. Going to the market in France is a true adventure and should not be missed. There are many of the not only in Paris but every small village around. Most are either Wednesday and Saturday or Thursday and Sunday. You can stock up your home with enough fresh food to last a week easily. You name it they seem to have it. Where I purchased the prawns they had about a dozen different ones from around the world and even had Florida Stone Crabs which surprised me. Going to the market is a great way to immerse yourself in French culture, people, and language. You are surrounded by all of it and frankly, I always feel welcomed and at home in the market. Everyone is smiling and nice to everyone. Last night we had pizza at a great place just 100 meters from our front door called Mat'uzza( https://matizza.fr/). We had to wait for a table and right after we were seated we were surrounded by patrons standing in the street waiting to be seated and they were still waiting when we left. I can assure you when locals are that loyal to a restaurant you well know that the food and service has to be spectacular. The pizzas were stunning. I had a meat lover's pizza that was loaded with all my favorites and the taste was just great. Another in our party ordered a truffle pizza to die for. An interesting cultural difference is the French eat pizza with a knife and fork. The pizza is served not cut and you do it yourself with a knife and fork and eat with a fork, something we are not used to doing. It seemed a little awkward at first but everyone was doing it so as in Rome we eventually got used to it.