When the country comes to town

Growing up, my parents would have had every excuse not to take us to the Royal Easter Show in Sydney. We lived on 2 hectares and always had either a couple of sheep or cattle of our own running round in the backyard. We didn’t really need to go to a show to get a glimpse of the country! But go to the show we did. Every year without fail. And loved it.

So imagine my joy when I discovered that the country comes annually to Paris too! Imaginatively named, the Salon international de l’agriculture (International Agriculture Expo) is based on the same principle as the Australian version… the country brings the best of what they have to offer to the city, and the city folk ooh and aah in appreciation and pull faces when they tread in a pile of manure.

As we made our way around the 6 pavilions, it was clear that the whole farmyard had come to town…






Along with a bit of machinery…


And a veggie patch…

Veggie garden

I did feel quite the pang of guilt when I saw this little fellow and reflected on how much veal I’ve eaten since I moved to Paris! Isn’t he cute???


To put it all in perspective for us city folk, there were plenty of stalls selling the products that are the result of all the farmers’ hard work (not to mention the death of a few animals!)…


Foie gras




With so much tempting goodness around, I was happy I managed to limit myself to consuming only this plate of cheesy potato goodness.


OK, so I may have also succumbed to a couple of free tastings of cheese and saucisson along the way. Shhh!

All in all, it was a great way to spend the afternoon. If you don’t have time to get out to the French countryside, it provides a small insight into what there is on offer. But make sure you wear your steel-capped boots… the stroller-wheeling mamans show no mercy!


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  1. Pingback: French wine, expo style | Laugh Lots, Travel Often

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