The fruits you eat -or well, steal- directly from the tree taste the best, right?
Needless to say that fruit scavenging opportunities in Paris are rather scarce, which means that whenever I’m in the countryside I’m watching out for any bounty that’s hanging on the wrong side of the fence.
Blackberries are a particularly rare treat for me, I had wild ones maybe once as a child and the packaged kind I buy at the market generally tastes kind of bland. So, you can imagine my excitement when I saw large bushes of them by the side of the path we were cycling on.
“Let’s stop and eat blackberries like if we were 10 years old!”
It was a little early in the season, but with the patience of a treasure-seeker I manage to gather a handful of the ink-black berries. Unlike their pale store-bought cousins, they had the sweet taste of freedom.
