Ticket. Spring rolls in Jarny are crazy.

It's one of his last Saturdays, when the sun has decided to beat down hard from the morning. When just putting one foot in front of the other makes your hair sweat. But this day, like other Saturdays, the street vendors haven't backed down and have taken over Place Génot in Jarny to sell bright red tomatoes, artisanal goat cheeses, and other jams with original flavors. But no one can leave the place without purchasing spring rolls from a Vietnamese cook from Meuse. A glance in the refrigerated display case reveals 4 left. The customer right in front of him lists his cravings for the day: 3 spring rolls, 4 shrimp fritters, and... 3 spring rolls ! Impossible, our ears must have mistranslated! But seeing the 3 entities disappear, we have to make up our minds: we'll only "buy" one spring roll! "I don't know what's going on here." I prepare about fifty of them and look, it's barely 10 a.m. and there are none left. Whereas at other markets, with 30, I can last all morning." Good heavens! She adds, half-heartedly, like a treasure shared with a small circle of privileged people: "There are even some who keep them for me to be sure of getting them." Among all the pitfalls that life throws our way, we never thought we'd have to fight this battle.