After our train ride we settled into the aprtment. Once we tested out the stovetop, and knew we could cook, we headed out in search of groceries.
As I had expected, there was a street just a block away with each of the markets we would need. The butcher had a lovely rotisserie chicken waiting for us. The cherries were ripe and sweet at the fruit market and the FranPrix had all the basics we needed.
We were set. Except that I kept trying to pay with Pounds, haing Dollars, Euros and Pounds in my wallet, it was a free for all of international currency. Everyone was very friendly and helpful. We managed to get everything, including a bottle of Nutella, a French staple and headed back to the apartment.
As you can see from the photo, our haul was great and in the end, so was dinner.
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