on wednesdays and saturdays, the narrow island that divides boulevard edgar quinet in montparnasse hosts a market where neighborhood folk can purchase gorgeous, locally grown fruits and vegetables and flowers. the meats are plump and tempting...
i'll take a quick spin through tomorrow for cherries (cerises!), before heading to roland garros, but here are a few shots from last week:
i didn't think i'd miss missing the christian marclay exhibit when it was at paula cooper, but then a couple of weeks ago i read this zadie smith piece.
now all i can see are clocks.
the clock at 230 park avenue (the helmsley building).
a visit on a summer morning to the flower district can be almost dizzying, with traffic and trucks slamming and bamming, loading and unloading flowers, from tiny potted posies nestled in shallow crates to long sturdy-stemmed sunflowers wrapped in brown kraft paper. grand tropical varieties mix with pretty, but unnameable, local ones. there are pink, yellow, red and green bouquets everywhere.
in the wintertime, the sights and sounds are more muted. a tray or two of tulips remind you that spring is on the way. but it's mostly buds and vines and branches, looking lonely, but still lovely.
cherry blossom buds
i think my sister would like these vines...
red ginger
tender pussy willows are everywhere...
i fell in love with this beautiful bunch. then realized they are fake.