Smelly French Cheese

One of the great pleasures of living in Paris is its food markets. Apparently there are 47 roving markets bring fresh produce to within a stone's throw of your doorstep at least twice a week (but never Mondays when the markets are closed). Among the best is the Richard Lenoir market (Thursdays and Sundays) it's a bit of a way from where I live but I often schlep down there on Sunday to pick up some fruit, vegetables and cheese.

Speaking of cheese I read about a survey recently reported on the BBC about the smelliest cheese in the world. Not surprisingly it's French. It's an acquired taste. When I first arrived I was understandably reluctant to eat anything that stunk like an old nun's armpit but eventually I overcame my prejudices and I'm glad I did. There's no looking back now.