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I returned to the market this morning, although I read the internets wrong and thought that the market opened back up at 8h. In reality it opened at 10h, so I wandered the streets for two hours and since it was a Sunday and nothing in France was open, except for a few bakeries that I walk by in the chill morning air. I bought some pastry with apples that I had never heard of before. I used this purchase to break a larger bill in preparation for the market. Instead of euro coins I was given a small handfull of 50 centimes.

I saw the bartender from the ‘crazy’ Breton bar [I walked by it to find out the real name; Distribil]. He smiled and said ‘salut.’ I think he lives in the bar and was going out for his morning shopping.

I felt as though I was in a dance with the street sweeper.

The Rue de la Soif was a mine field of broken glass and discarded plastic cups. I’m still not sure if all the red drips I see on the ground are blood or not… The drips that then smeared onto the store front glass, probably.

I find 5 centimes mixed in with all the garbage on the walkway; 2 deux centimes and an une centime coin.
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