Farmer's Market in Ithaca. It's a ton of fun and had I been travel blogging back in college, it certainly would have deserved an extensive post. Marché Saint Antoine is so much better because it's open all year and every day of the week except Monday. Can't you just imagine living in this adorable town, waking up and heading to the market to pick up the freshest ingredients for the day's meals? That's my fantasy life.
I've got to mention that getting ourselves on the Metro that morning was a bit of a production. Apparently, the ticket machines (billetterie) do not accept bills and since our American credit cards don't have that special chip, we couldn't even use plastic. So, we had to head back to our hotel to ask the lovely staff to please exchange €25 to coins. There are no €1 and €2 bills; those denominations are coins, so it wasn't as crazy as asking an American to please exchange $25 into quarters but it was still annoying, I'm sure.
We couldn't resist posing by this little fountain either. It's got mermaids, which are my favorite mythical creature. Fountains in Europe are so classy.
I took this photo of these radishes and it's probably the prettiest photo I've ever taken and it's my favorite. I feel like it will always be my favorite. First of all, I love radishes. You can't be Korean and not like radishes, as it's a pretty predominant ingredient in kimchi. I mean, not this type of radish, but still. Secondly, these cutie French radishes are pink and white. Pink! Not red! Lastly, that one dangling radish on the bottom left of the photo is friggin' cute.
As (wo)man cannot live on strawberries alone, we also hit up this bakery stall for some croissants. Baby sister claims to hate croissants, which we both blame on her experience with Costco croissants. But she eagerly asked for a croissant and shoveled it into her mouth even
eagerlier more eagerly.