In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Back on the street, Maia suggested they go to St. Germain, to
the Buci market in Dick's neighborhood, before going to the Cluny
museum. Penny could see the buildings of the Louvre lit up ahead.
They walked past a red shop front with the word MUSIQUE above the
door, and Penny made a mental note, not hard with that much bright
red. Down the street was an Internet café—could come in handy. They
turned in towards St. Germain at a covered archway, just before Dick's.
A decrepit medieval street too narrow even for the smallest car curved
off from the arch like an appendix. It was called Nevers; a real dead
end.
They passed a stomach churning delicatessen window with
rows of dried up pork chops, the rib bones stuck with greasy paper
frills and next to them a platter of gray peas and brown carrot disks
bordered with slices of green edged hard-boiled egg and baroque swirls
of translucent mayonnaise. Penny found her mouth watering, even so.
Maia first pointed to her left. "That way is Cluny, we can go
there later."
But finding Penny in front of the food in the window, she
pointed right and said,
"First, let's get a bite, okay? This café has great salads, even
better charcuterie, and nobody bothers you. We could go to Deux
Magots, or Lippe, but they are places in which to be seen and they
won't leave us alone. We need some tranquility, no? I love Jade on
weekends, such cute guys, and of course everybody goes to Café du
Marché. But this place has the best food, and the chocolates are to die
for!"
The outdoor market of Buci was in full swing. Vendors yelled
out the prices of their beautiful cabbages. Quinces, fresh dates and
cactus fruit sat next to melons she could smell from across the street.
Pears tumbled from the stalls and figs the size of apples were stacked
up in paper cups next to a cornucopia of red and green grapes. Penny's
salivary glands went into overdrive
Around the corner in front of trendy café Jade, a table loaded
with every kind of seafood was manned by a scrawny white bearded
geezer, an oily watch cap shading his eyes. An elderly lady inspected the
array of oysters with a large mahogany handled magnifying glass. Three
quarters of the length of the table was stacked with various species, as
neatly arranged as gems. The lady, certainly once a great beauty, picked
out two dozen of the largest barnacle encrusted specimens as if each
promised a pearl the size of the ones she had casually thrown around
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