Jeffrey Childs

As I was waking down a street in Paris I saw the buildings lined with stalls and street markets. The street markets were like someone cut off part of a supermarket and stuck it in a wall on the street. Inside a street market were perfectly ripe fruit that looked so sweet and juicy, and smelled awesome. The strawberries were bright red and not bruised. At first I thought they were the fake ones that people use in commercials. Moments later I had a strawberry in my mouth. It tasted magnificent. The outside wasn’t bitter and the inside wasn’t sour. After eating my strawberry, I continued down the street. My impression was it seemed like a street in Arabia with street vendors yelling to people to come look at their quilts or vegetables in their stalls. The stalls looked like lean-tos with crates of food or cloth.

After looking at the street market foods, I walked into the supermarket where I became really hungry. All the food looked delicious. I thought I was going to starve as the chickens spun on the rotisserie making my mouth water. They had sections for everything; a wine section, a meat section, a fish section that had shark, and more. The scents of all the food mixed together and smelled like heaven.

I didn’t like how, in the meat section, they kept on all the parts of the animals. The rabbits still had their eyes, teeth, liver, and claws. The chickens had their heads and eyes. I wanted to buy all the delicious foods I saw, but then I saw a giant blue lobster for €163! If I ever go back to Paris I’d go to the markets, hopefully with more money.