Possibly inspired by Rousseau’s jungle adventures, I started the next day at Marché aux Fleurs on the Île de la Cité.
The Flower Market, which is near Sainte-Chapelle, has been a fixture in Paris since the early 1800s. It’s housed in a group of open-air metal pavilions, which contain flowers, trees, shrubs, and pretty much everything related to them.
On Sundays, Marché aux Fleurs turns into Marché aux Oiseau—the Bird Market, which does for birds what the Flower Market does for flowers.
I’d missed peak cherry blossom time in Washington to spend the first two weeks of Spring in France, but Paris was cooler than DC this year, and the city had not yet bloomed. Marché aux Fleurs made up for that.