last week while leslie was visiting, i wanted her to see the wonders of the meat market… it’s definitely not like the deli section in your neighborhood grocery store! so we went to the marché, where i stood in front of a freshly dead cow and asked some young guy to hack off half a kilo to be ground for me. he stuffed the raw meat into a black plastic baggy and handed it to me with a smile. so friendly. leslie and i then walked in a circle to see the rest of the dead animals just waiting to be eaten. i wouldn’t recommend this tour for the weak stomached… or vegetarians.
after our marché adventure, we had about half an hour to kill before lunch, so we stopped into a free art museum i’d heard good things about. we enjoyed looking at the lovely photography exhibit, laughing at some pictures, talking to our guide… and then leslie got my attention–“lauren, you’re dripping blood…” ah! sure enough, my raw meat purchase was dripping all over the sparkling white tiled floor. oops. i turned to the guide and started apologizing and explaining in french, “ah, we just came from the market and the meat i’m carrying has made a mess of your floors!” he smiled and said it was no problem at all, as if this kind of thing happens all the time. in a few moments he returned with a rag to mop up the mess.
and again, i find myself asking… since when did this kind of thing become normal?