On a Sunday the Flower Market becomes the Bird Market.

We weren’t sure whether to expect the best (alive) or the worst (some dead French culinary treats.)

But it was the most charming little market of twittering, fluffy, cheeping birds ever.

I was totally charmed by it all and if I could have, I would have bought a handful because they were so adorable and such lovely colours.

It looked like you could just turn up and sell any bird you may have. Groups of men stood round their cages, shaking hands and chatting.

It was quite a contrast; all these macho men selling these delicate little creatures!