where to buy modafinil ireland Thursday, March 1, was a pretty full day and I never got around to documenting what we did. When last we dined at Hugo’s, he mentioned we should check out the agriculture show taking place at Paris Expo Porte de Versailles. Hummmmm, just what exactly would an agricultural show in Paris be? By the way, it ends March 4th!
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How about a French cow? Complete with beret and scarf, chic...
How about like a state fair – only indoors. There were cows, sheep, pigs, horses, dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, turkeys, rabbits – everything under the sun. Naturally, there were demonstrations of new products, like the latest in solar and wind electricity, energy saving devices, concepts like vegetable gardens in city squares, use of native plants to conserve water, new farm equipment, just about anything that would pop into your brain. Â The English provider of conservatories was there, along with BBQ grills, cabanas, windows and doors, and other home improvement vendors.
This young teen is being taught to make crepes by a chef
Most of these activities, involved children – the place was full of parents and their children, grand-parents and the children, school groups, and entire families. Â Children were encouraged to pet the animals, get close to them — the red Laughing Cow was there in costume posing with children for the camera. There was a exhibition for how yogurt is made, how wine is made, etc. I had to check my internal calendar because it was a work/school day and the pavilion buildings were packed. So packed it could have easily become claustrophobic. Â We picked up a panini, of sorts, not that great! only ate enough to satisfy the hunger and a bottle of water to share.
We continued on to the next pavilion, only to find some of the best-smelling and looking prepared food from all around France and the world: oysters, paella, sausages with onions and peppers, pork with sauerkraut, beef various ways, Carribbean and African specialties, different kinds of bread, macarons, various beers and wines. A feast for the eyes and the nose, but, unfortunately for us, we had eaten that sandwich just before we entered the pavilion. Items were for sale for taking home: breads, sweets, wine, beer, cheese, dried sausages, and so on. The crowds in this area had built to such a concentration, that it was difficult to maneuver. It seems everyone had a big fat backpack that they forgot was on their back. You know the drill, they squeeze through a space their body would normally fit, but the backpack beats the person behind them in the face. And, now, I know why they had the backpack to fill it up with goodies to take home. I’, glad we went on a Thursday, I can’t imagine what the crowds will be like this weekend.
Some more photos, it was so crowded that taking photos of the food and treats was impossible. I even tried to get a photo of a huge furry rabbit but each time, a young child would run up and pet him and block my view.
 Ducks swimming in a man-made temporary pond |
 A very fine rooster |
 A raised bed city garden |
We hopped the metro home, Mike’s pedometer said we clocked 12 miles (I think there is something wrong with it…..). We arranged to meet Jerome, our property search advisor, to explain what features we seek in an apartment and for him to get a feel for our huge “wish list” and, in which areas we might be willing to compromise. We met him at the Compass d’Or, right downstairs at the corner and enjoyed wine on the terrace overlooking the street’s activity.
Mike's dinner magret de canard avec sauce l'orange with dauphenoise au gratin
When Jerome left, we made dinner plans: we decided to walk down to Grille Montorgueil, which is less than a block away and was recommended in one of the books here in the apartment. We both had duck breast in an orange sauce, very tasty and aptly prepared. Within 15 minutes of our arrival, the dining room was packed with diners, both French and tourists.
