There is Paris, and there is Ghetto Paris

The last day we wanted to try out and see what the local markets were like, so we went to one of the largest markets in Paris, at the station Porte de Cligancourt. Upon arrival, you get the sense that this market was going to be similar to that of Night Markets in Asia. Lots of stands selling clothes, cell phone cases, shoes, and just a whole sort of random things!

This sounds all fine and dandy, until you walk down further. You start to realize, somewhere some dude who is supplying all the stands is making a fortune, cause he or she is selling the same products to hundreds of vendors, and have them competing with one another.

Here I was, hoping to get some funky tee or random souvenirs, but instead, all I saw were oversized tees, ugly jeans, and Nike high tops. As if the bad fashion stands were not enough, there were also guys holding shoes, watches, and bags. They shove things in your face and block your way, definitely NOT how Alan likes to shop!

IT GETS WORSE!

Walking further into the market, not sure why I did, you find the most ghetto garage sale EVER! Wait, it was more like a I-stole-this-from-someone-now-put-it-on-a-dirty-towel sale. Witnessing a guy get caught stealing from a stand. Guys listening to very loud and horrible rap music, sigh.

The only thing that I enjoyed out of this experience was the surprisingly nice antique stores in the middle of the market! Found a bunch of old Tin Tin story books and comics from way back which was pretty neat.

After this experience, I needed Paris to redeem itself! We sat on patio in district 2 (by the Notre Dame). Then rented city bikes, very convenient, and rode them across town.

I rode the bike into the Louvre.

Then rode along the Seine after dark and arrived at the lit Eiffel Tower.

C'etait une bonne nuit!