Some of the good things are found where the locals migrate - follow the scent of the food ika nga. We went to the local market to experience how to go "native".
Their market looks just like our very own Arranque Market in Quiapo. It just smells different and looks a lot cleaner. Hindi mapanghi and hindi maputik. I did not miss the hawkers and the mandurukots.
Fromage, cheese, was in abundance and in different flavors, texture and smell.
Such a lively mixture of colors - fruits, flowers and vegetables. ""
Just like back home, one is allowed to haggle - make tawad. The trick there is to know what to say. The French insist that anybody in France should attempt to speak their language. Kaya napagkakamalan silang arrogante or mayabang. But it is just that - they are proud of their language. Kahit kaunting merci beaucoup will suffice. By the way, the boys took care of the haggling. We bought some fromage, coppa, strawberries and of course some french bread.
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