
An outdoor market appeared
overnight underneath the elevated Metro tracks that run along Boulevard
de Grenelle, near the Eiffel Tower. This market had everything:
fish, beef, fruit, tools, underwear. I wanted to buy some, but everytime
I handed the vendor a dollar bill, he'd start calling for fifty
guys named "Frank."
"Fifty Franks! Fifty
Franks!" It was so weird I had to leave.