Our Last Week in Paris
July 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
We loved our morning coffee and baguette, maybe some eggs, sitting in the kitchen with the window open, listening to the beginning sounds of the day. The bathroom is at the back of the apartment, the view is treetops from the courtyard below, rooftops and sky…. and windows of other apartments…. I often wondered who lived on the other side of those windows. A ritual – every morning I would open the window before I started to put on my make-up….all was quiet but for the cooing of pigeons, and occasionally, mostly on Saturday mornings, I could hear faint sounds of music. American pop music, but I didn’t mind that so much. It seemed to come from a small attic window in the roof of a building behind ours. I can’t imagine how many stairs it took to reach their door.
Then came the realization we had only one week left. There were things I really wanted to do that I had not, which put us into a bit of a panic mode. Though I tried to just savor the moments, I couldn’t always. Here are a few things from our last week in Paris.
We met Rachel … the lovely vivacious and brilliant young woman who rented her wonderful apartment to us. As luck would have it she had a business meeting in Paris with enough time in her schedule to meet us for lunch. Our good fortune all around.
We met John Davis at his home in Passy. This kind and gentle soul is a veteran of World War II. His warm smile and sparkling eyes belie any trace of that experience. When the United States entered the war after Pearl Harbor he was a senior at Berkeley. He joined the army and landed in Normandy after D-Day on July 28 1944. At twenty-four he was an ordinance officer responsible for moving trucks and tanks across the channel. While in France he met 15 –year old Jeannette in the village of Granville, they would marry years later. In tribute to John there will be a special Post soon.
Our visit with John Davis led to the discovery of buildings designed by architect Hector Guimard. Born in Lyon in 1867, he was an important French architect, interior designer and designer of Art Nouveau objects. In France the Art Nouveau style is often called the “Style Guimard”. The building John Davis lives in was designed by Guimard, but his most important work and masterpiece was just up the street at 60 rue La Fontaine – the Paris dwelling Castel Béranger (1894-1897). Look closely for all the details in these photographs we took.
The entrance to Castel Béranger – how would you like this to be your front door!
Best-known works by Guimard are entrances to the Paris Métro, which was completed just in time for the 1900 World Exposition. By 1903 he had designed numerous Métro entrances. Eighty-six have survived …. you’ve seen them no doubt. They are one of the things Paris is famous for. We have all passed under them as we walk down the stairs to catch a train, or leaned against the railing to talk to a friend or read a map. His fanciful designs combined wrought iron, bronze and glass to create these grand and graceful entrances.
Chateau Vincennes. The day we went we were blown about and rained on, which meant no walking through the gardens which was a shame because they were highly recommended to see. I think the appeal of the castle itself is to historians and to little children who love to run about imagining themselves as knights or princesses. Alas, the better idea would have been to go on one of the day trips we abandoned, but we have no time to waste fretting over it.
A little restaurant in the 11e…. Le Chemise. So good we went back a second time. I adore the waiter who looks like Johnny Depp….the two on either side of him are the owners. While the chef (on the left) is in the kitchen the other two move about as if they were dancers. Back and forth from kitchen to table. As if choreographed, lifting plates high or low in order to pass one another within the confines of their small dining room. We witnessed some very fancy footwork as they managed to avoid colliding.
Cuttlefish – a first for me and absolutely delicious!
We dined twice at Metropolitain in the 4e – a favorite of our friend, Anne-Lise. Once early on, and now at the end, for our anniversary. That night we dressed up a bit as you can see by Tom’s very French foulard!
Charming in every way, including the two waiters who make everyone welcome. The space is even smaller than Le Chemise. The food is excellent. Be forewarned if you go that the loo is downstairs via a spiral staircase so small you feel like you are a corkscrew as you descend. We originally thought about a grander place to celebrate, but changed our minds. At this point in the trip we realized were eating really good food without having to pay grand prices and we were quite happy doing so…perhaps I was still harboring my desire for that fabulous handbag at Bon Marchè? Perhaps.
The magical dessert Tom ordered is presented in a shallow white bowl with a sphere of chocolate resting in the center. It begs to be cracked open, but patience is the key here. The waiter has in his other hand a small pitcher of hot chocolate syrup which he pours slowly over the chocolate shell, melting it away. The reward: a scoop of ice cream in a pool of warm velvety chocolate…..now you can reach for your spoon!
I danced in Montmartre! When we got off the funicular that takes you to the top of the hill and right to the steps of Sacre Coeur a man was playing a violin and another danced gracefully by himself. He looked up at me and smiled, motioned for me to join him which I did! Tom remarked later he may have been “a plant” and was in cahoots with the violin player…… I preferred not to think of it that way at all… he had a wonderful smile and was such a gentleman, smartly dressed in his summer linen jacket. A sheer delight and yet another unexpected Paris surprise.
We ended the day by joining Terrence Galenter for a Bordeaux wine tasting – a small gathering of expats and Parisians at an apartment in Montmartre.
La Fondation Pierre Bergé … in tribute to the legacy of Yves Saint Laurent. A unique heritage of 5,000 garments and 15,000 Haute Couture accessories, 50,000 drawings and related objects preserved in museum condition, which you can only see if you are a Benefactor of the Fondation. We had seen this poster in a métro station advertising a special exhibition. “Yves Saint Laurent 1971: The Scandal Collection”. Fun to see the clothes and sketches but I wanted more….I wanted to go into the archives to see more of his creations…. this was merely a snippet, a glimpse of his contribution to fashion.
We walked Avenue Montaigne, passing the doorways to famous haute couture shops….
I walked boldly into Marni to look more closely at a dress I could see as I peered in from the street….so lovely. A feathery light sheer printed fabric, perfect to float about in at a garden party. On the racks a few pieces in a color listed as “Giada”, which I will describe to you as pistachio mixed with a dollop of cream…..sumptuous.
When I decided on a whim to go into the store and abruptly headed for the door I heard Tom say in a low voice “please don’t go in there….” but in I went. The sales lady greeted me most kindly, knowing I’m sure and not minding at all that I was there just to look. Tom was most relieved when I reappeared without a shopping bag! I suggested he recover over a glass of champagne at the Plaza Athénée – we wanted to go anyway to toast his father who had stayed there routinely many years ago on business trips when he worked for Armstrong. Whatever that champagne cost was less than the dress, Tom didn’t bat an eye when he signed the check.
The Plaza Athénée
Unlike some other hotels recently unveiled after the owners, architects and designers almost strip them of their character, this hotel (we only saw the main floor so cannot speak to the sleeping rooms) is lovely after major renovations, but not at all the same, except for the exterior, as when Moose stayed there (to explain. His given name was Maurice and he was Tom’s father. “Moose” was the nickname given to him by his college football team…rather humorous for the slender 6 foot 2 inch gentleman he was. His given name was Maurice!) Long after his college days he was always known as Moose, by his wife and friends, and even when he sat at the head of the table as Chairman of the Board of Armstrong Industries). I was sad to miss seeing the Plaza Athénée as he did. We sat on the terrace because it was a lovely day. I think if the hotel was the same today as when Moose was there I would have chosen to sit inside – rather like sharing it with him. The staff at Plaza Athénée was so welcoming and gracious as we told them about Moose having stayed at their hotel many many times. We were taken on a tour of the main floor and even invited to see a sleeping room if we wanted. Perhaps we should have but Champagne was calling.
I was struck several times during our stay in Paris by how we were treated by everyone we encountered. Not that I anticipated it would be any different…..it did not matter where we went people made it a lovely experience. Okay, well there was this one tiny restaurant…..very old. So charming and “authentic” from the exterior, Tom insisted we try it. We never seemed to pass by when it was open, but one day we were looking for a place to have lunch and headed there. If it was closed we would go elsewhere. It was open, as soon as we went in we realized the quaint authenticity changed to just old. A fussbol table. Old photographs and posters hanging higgledy piggledy on the wall, most at the very top near the ceiling. The tables and booths were vintage in that they were original, I’m sure, hence no “design cred” and not a trace of “French style” that we who are not French go on and on about …
The waitress was very pleasant but not altogether organized. My food was terrible. She apologized. It was her second day working there. Tom was ignoring all of this, absorbed in his “homemade” beef tartare. He had wanted to try it because he noticed in several restaurants it passed by us frequently on serving trays…. I thought what was on the plate in front of him looked like a mound of ground meat we see in the meat section of our grocery stores resting on styrofoam and neatly wrapped up in plastic, he swore it tasted good, I really wanted to move to another table.
I realize it is a huge leap from the Plaza Athénée to this small restaurant – but there is a connection. At the Plaza Athénée we were whisked about by gracious young polished professionals in elegant soft gray uniforms. Here, we were waited on by a young woman dressed casually in black slacks and a simple cotton blouse, she wore little makeup, intent on doing her job and making sure we were pleased with our lunch. I just can’t bring myself to reveal the name after what I have written about it. It’s not important. The waitress is the focus here. She had to divide herself between the various customers and also tend the bar. Every once in a while she would stop, stand up and push her hair back, checking off in her mind what she had to do next and then do it. She is one book end and the Plaza Athénée is the other…..Paris is in between.
We took a dinner cruise down the Seine … on the El Calife … Tom nudged and hinted for days, saying he had read good reviews and was certain it would be a fun evening. He was right, it was fun. Pleasant dining companions, good food and great scenery …. all a mere ten minute walk from our front door to the dock, far more pleasant than dashing about with the métro and a moonlight stroll back to our apartment.
Galeries Lafayette and its rooftop
It doesn’t show in this photograph, but on the day we went here this floor was a veritable beehive of activity. So many people it was extremely difficult to make my way to the elevators. The store has queues set up for the small designer boutiques and only allows a few people in at a time….at Chanel there was a very long line of ladies waiting to go through. Not my idea of shopping, I much prefer the smaller shops, but this was an experience. The rooftop was a welcome respite!
Time for lunch. Bistro Volnay is on our list of restaurants. It’s just around the corner, so off we go. What a find…. so lovely and the food was delicious. Tom liked our waiter because he wore mismatched tennis shoes. He also liked his lunch. A lot. Do put this restaurant on your list.
We said goodbye to Cyril.
Cyril Guernieri, owner of Galerie Rauchfeld a few steps from our apartment. Rachel (our “landlady”) had told us about Cyril and urged us to meet him. For some reason I concluded he was British. There had been no mention of his last name. “Cyril” sounded very British to me ….. Rachel is British…therefore… it was only when he gave me his business card that I learned my guess was way off. Alors, the first few times we passed the gallery it wasn’t open, we kept stopping to peer in the window at a bronze sculpture I loved.
Then one day we were able to introduce ourselves. We passed the gallery every day, waved if he had visitors, stopped in to say hello if he didn’t. We chatted about this and that, he recommended restaurants and things to see…. he made us feel like we were indeed neighbors. He had been so kind to us and we had grown so fond of him that I wanted to thank him in some way. We sorted out when we could see him before we had to leave and took him a bouquet of flowers – he was very surprised and very pleased. We saw him again during our last couple of days and he thanked us each time for the flowers. A small gesture from us really, he helped make our time in Paris even more special.
Cyril and me. We’re standing next to a sculpture by Rafael Barrios. Overnight the gallery was transformed into a white box with only pieces by Barrios. Each one is made of steel. They play with you….the color changes as you move around them. They are one piece but where they connect it appears one part of it is floating close to the next.
The poster on the left was on display throughout our neighborhood. For this one weekend all the art galleries in Saint Germain des Prés stayed open late. There are so many of them you lose count. Whether it was this event or any day we popped in, gallery owners or their staff were always happy to talk about their artists and answer questions. One night, there was a party in a very tiny gallery on our street. The space is so small….not much wider than the front door…. the party had to be held in the street! We enjoyed the sounds of our street. On this particular evening it was distant conversation and the clinking of glasses. In the daytime it might be the click of high-heels or the sound of roller wheels as someone pulls their suitcase along. Never loud really. Too narrow for buses or large vehicles, and the one-way direction kept it from being noisy.
When I began this page, I didn’t feel very inspired. If that is coming through in my writing perhaps it’s for two reasons. One, I’m back home writing at my desk and not at the table in the living room of the apartment. Two, I’m not in Paris. We fell into kind of a “slump” at the end I think. The Paris newsletters I get and my France Today magazine arrive and I will continue clipping articles for my travel file….. what I can’t sort out just now is what to do when I am here and my heart is in Paris. At the beginning we felt like we had a good length of time to just enjoy the city…. some mornings we did not leave the apartment all that early. After all, we had days and days and there was no need to rush about…..and the next thing we knew we were packing our suitcases. I did buy something blue. I searched for something red but didn’t find it. I have still not been to the Marché Puces. As I look out my window here the images of the lovely old buildings I saw from the window of our apartment on rue de Seine are still vivid and will always be with me. This image borrowed from MyLittleParis newsletter captures what is etched in my mind’s eye.
If you have not been to Paris, go. If you have been to Paris, then go again. Stay for as long as you can. You won’t be disappointed, you will discover wonderful surprises.
I did take a photo from the street of Tom standing in the window of our apartment. I meant for him to take one of me but we just forgot. I’m not sure if I want to add the photo of him in the window…. here, at the end….. but it’s too good to leave out.
I began this exercise to inspire me to write again. So it is I who am saying adieu….at least for now. I will return to Paris…soon. Then perhaps I will post a picture of me in the window.
Temporary Parisians
June 7, 2015 § Leave a comment
The city is familiar now. We love our neighborhood. The lady in Carton now sells me baguettes with a wink and a smile. The gentleman who owns the Pharmacie close by is friendly and has been most helpful when we needed it. When we go now to pick up a few things he recognizes us and comes out from behind the counter to find what we’re looking for. The lady at the dry cleaners does not ask us to pay when we drop our clothes off. The other night after dinner in, I nudged Tom into going for a walk. It was 10:00 pm yet still light. We walked up a street we had not been on before, eventually coming to an intersection where some musicians were playing….as we got closer we could see a woman dancing. At first I thought she may have been passing by, but when the music stopped she took a little bow and stepped back to stand next to the trio. In less than a minute they began playing again, and out she came. A “woman of a certain age” (perhaps 75 or 80), she was dressed in a skirt with little bits of delicate fabric peeking out from the hem, topped by a long sweater. There were rings on her fingers and decorations in her hair. She wore more makeup than she needed. She moved to the music in a rather staccato fashion, repeating the same step over and over, then twirling around holding her skirt up a bit. When she turned in our direction I could see her eyes. They revealed a faded sparkle that she seemed to be holding onto. Perhaps she danced for the joy of it, perhaps she danced for the few coins she would get at the end of the night. Perhaps she was a good friend of someone in the trio…her expression seemed to me to be one of “It’s not the same now. For now this is what I can do”. I looked up into the sky, now dark, and at the cafés around us. Elsewhere in the world all kinds of things were going on. People getting up. Going to bed. In their offices. Picking up children from school. Paris is just Paris. One poignant moment after another. 🌾🌾🌾 I love the door to our apartment. It’s not a fancy door. There is a very simple handle high up on the left you can use to pull it shut when you leave. There is a small pull in the middle of the door – small in scale for the door size, mounted just where one would place a door knocker. I think that came later. 
The stairs are a lovely old wood and wind gracefully from the entrance. One or two pieces of the balustrade are loose. If you hold on to the rail as you go along there is a pleasing sound the loose ones make, perhaps to remind you to treat it gently. We went to Le Bon Marché, famous in Paris, and beyond I suppose, a fashion design mecca. It was actually a pleasant surprise. 
It is decidedly upscale, but not stuffy. A chance to see on a larger scale what you only see one or two of in fashion magazines. Not the beehive of tourists like Galeries Lafayette turned out to be where you could hardly make your way through the crowds of shoppers the day we went there. 
Tom went to Le Grand Epicerie, which is part of it, but in an adjacent building. This is only one image of the grand scale of product displays. 
While he ogles this “wall of chocolate”, olive oil and fois gras, I’m salivating over handbags of butter soft leather. I worked my way around to scarves and found a lovely one. I didn’t hesitate. It certainly cost less than the handbag I had my eye on! I made it up to the second floor but had to leave to meet Tom or else I might still be in there….. We agree to meet in the beautiful little park across the street from Bon Marché. Another surprise. 
From le Bon Marché we walked down rue Sevres where it changes to rue de Four. Take note ladies…. Lovely shops all along the way. Don’t skip the side streets. Some names you know and many you don’t. Time for lunch. We head to La Cigale Recamier…. We liked it so much the first time Tom insists we go back. I decide on the shrimp soufflé for lunch, which turned out to be incredibly wonderful, and a Grand Marnier soufflé for dessert! Tom stuck to his soufflé aux champignons and the Valhrona chocolate for dessert. I want to add here that we have eaten shrimp several times so far and they are sweet and succulent. They taste ever so much better than those we eat in the U.S.
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We went back to the Philharmonie to a Daniel Barenboim concert. Just him and a piano on stage. Two Schubert concertos. The acoustics are remarkable. We were seated very high up and it was no different than sitting in the front row as far as the sound goes. To hear him play was indeed a pleasure. Getting to our seats was another story! We were top tier and I was so frightened as I made my way between those standing to let me pass and the chair backs on the next row that I was totally undone by the time I reached my seat. I felt as if I would topple onto the orchestra seats far below. I made myself concentrate on the beautiful surroundings. When Barenboim sat at the piano and began to play, the music floating through the air soothed my jangled nerves. 
We finally visited the Louvre…. we began walking through and decided the best approach was to pick what we really wanted to see and off we went. The same principal applies here as to walking the streets of Paris where it is impossible for me to just walk along because each window display draws my eye. (Something that makes Tom just a little crazy… a lot crazy actually, until he finally decided it was useless and now his reaction is “there she goes. C’est la vie“). So here we are in the Louvre. We keep losing each other. Or it’s “wow, look at this”. Glorious paintings and sculpture that take your breath away. It’s not our first visit but one forgets what a treasure trove it is. We decide to see Napoleon’s Apartments… Napoleon III. 
Originally the apartments of the Minister of State, they were created for Achille Fould, four times minister of finance under Louis Napoleon, but he never lived there. They were first occupied by his successor, Count Alexandre Colonna-Walewski natural son of Napoleon I and his mistress, Maria Walewsi. The apartments were occupied by the Finance Ministry from 1872 to 1989. After 1989 they were opened to the public.
One jaw dropping room after another. They are now furnished with pieces that reflect the time or that belonged to a royal…. The bedroom of Charles X is simple, yet striking. Beautiful blue tapestries on the wall. It is arranged as bedrooms were, with chairs set about where members of his court would sit. Being in your bed, if you were a king, was quite a public affair. People all around. The public was allowed to just stream through. 
Le Grand Palais. Built for the 1900 Universal Exhibition. We went to see two exhibits – a John Paul Gaultier retrospective that everyone was raving about, and a smaller one about The Lumière family, pioneers in the development of photography and motion pictures …
John Paul Gaultier
Can Can Dress
Wedding Dresses
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Lumière
Despite Edison’s work, the Lumiere Brothers are considered the true inventors of the motion picture and produced the first film shown to a public audience in 1894.
The exhibit includes this 30-foot high wall displaying thousands of motion pictures running simultaneously. The history of motion pictures is told in a fastinating documentary and through the display of equipment, sets and costumes that have played an important role in the advancement of the art.
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We’ve had hits and misses. But mostly hits, which is really nice to be able to say. and I’m not ready to leave. Not ready at all.
Passing the Days
May 28, 2015 § Leave a comment
It is now May 23rd…..
and as much as neither of us want to think about it, the calendar I’ve kept is a reminder that we have fewer days ahead of us as temporary Parisiens.
We have had oysters and white wine for breakfast at the Sunday morning market. Champagne and soufflés for an afternoon snack at Le Cigale Récamier. We have had more hits than misses. We have seen beautiful art as we walk down street after street of galleries. If we ventured in we’ve been met with a pleasant greeting, no expectation of a sale, a willingness to share details about a painting or the artist.
We ate dinner at Pièd au Fouet, a restaurant so small you could hardly turn around. I had the most remarkable profiteroles I’ve ever tasted at RUC across from the Palais Royal. We met up with Terrance Gelenter and his merry group of expats who gather every Sunday morning at Café de Flore. We relaxed in the sun by the fountain in Les Tuilleries. We have walked between five and eight miles every day. Tom has mastered getting around on Le Métro.
We went to Les Viaduct Des Arts in the 10e. The last two blocks we walked by ateliers who make and repair any musical instrument you can imagine. From violins to harmonicas to tubas and pianos – you can watch people work as you pass by. By re-purposing an old elevated train track a “green line” was put in its place. It is now a path lined with shrubs, trees and flowers. The arches below that supported the original track have been filled in with galleries now occupied by artists and artisans – furniture, sculpture, clothing, jewelry… a happy experience followed by a simple and delicious lunch at Au 105 La Renaissance owned by a charming gentleman from Algeria. A whole new meaning to the term “neighborhood bistro”… We arrived rather late for lunch, delighted to find we were the only English speaking guests. Others came and went. A few men who had been there for lunch left, then returned for their coffee, then moved to a table in the back to play a game of cards. The owner took off his apron and joined them, and did not mind at all when we had to interrupt him to ask for our check!
Talk about re-purposing…. I had read an article about the opening of a new Hermès store on rue de Sèvres. Once upon a time there was a grand piscine (swimming pool) in the Hotel Lutetia. Whether the idea came from an architect, or from their own creative staff, the conversion of a swimming pool into a retail store was something I had to see. The original Art Deco design has been preserved. So, if you were going for a swim, you would have opened the door and no doubt passed a reception desk and on to the pool itself. You entered above the water line…..now, when you go through the front door you enter below the water line
We discovered the Carrefour Odeon just yesterday. Less hustle and bustle. It leads you right to the Jardin Luxembourg and to the highlight of our day. We were lucky to find a vacant bench just inside the entrance next to a small meadow. Tom was napping in the sun so I decided to walk around a bit. Only a few steps from where we entered the park is the Jardin de Medici, an exquisite and lush garden with a statue and fountain at one end, swags of green and shade trees on either side that create a screen from the rest of the park. It is serene and magical. Today we returned for a picnic. What a treasure! We followed that with lunch at La Mediterranée…recommended by Cyril Guernieri, owner of Galerie Rauchfeld, and one of our “neighbors”… not only one of the loveliest restaurants I’ve ever been in, but also some of the best food we’ve had so far.
And here are a few photos to fill in the visual details ……
Le Cigale Récamier
Au Piéd de Fouet
Café de Flore
Terrance Gelenter and friends
We decided to stay and have lunch which I topped off with coffee ice cream…
The fountain in Les Tuilleries
Les Viaduct Des Arts
To to show you the exterior and interior of what a gallery between the arches looks like.
Where you can have a fancy metal balustrade made like this one. Then a workshop where umbrellas are made. Hanging along the back are the “ribs” waiting for their covers.
As as you walk on the green line there are lovely modern apartment buildings on one side and the classical style on the other.
Au 105 La Renaissance
When Tom has a good meal all is right with the world…
Jardin Luxembourg
Le Jardin Medici
La Méditerranée
Paris at Last
May 6, 2015 § Leave a comment
Our taxi delivers us to our temporary home away from home!
We’re a bit weary after the drive to Heathrow but quickly rejuvenated when we enter the double doors on rue de Seine. Our apartment is on the second floor and Tom is relieved to see there is a small elevator. He stacks the suitcases next to me and up we go. I began looking for the perfect apartment a few months earlier, searching multiple web sites looking for just the right one on just the right street with just the right buildings….there are thousands to choose from! I asked friends who know the city about first one and then another. At the point I was totally flummoxed I tried airbnb and bingo! Up popped one that seemed to have most of the things we wanted. A bit over budget. But Tom and I agreed this one was the right choice.
We walk in the door and what we looked at over and over on the web site unfolds, room by room. At first I’m not sure, then as I walk back through each room it all seems exactly right. As I write I’m sitting at a table looking out the window – those lovely tall windows with the old uneven panes of glass.
My view across the street is of similar ones. On our street – out the door to the right – art galleries, shops and cafės, plus necessities like a pharmacy, grocery store, dry cleaner and an outdoor market. To the left the River Seine is two blocks away.
This is sounding too much like a brochure! I find if I can write when the inspiration comes then my voice comes through. If not, then I lose the feel of it and it turns into an account. Perhaps that will change over the coming days. I’m hoping so. For you and for me. So often as I go about my day, anywhere I happen to be, my observations make the writer inside me want to capture them in words. I used to do it regularly, but the days don’t seem to play out like they used to. They are more vulnerable to daily life, fragmented and rushed which does not always allow for stopping to write down one’s thoughts.
I really am very excited which I don’t think is coming through. We both are. We set down our suitcases, I’m not the least interested in unpacking. The housekeeper is there to meet us and explain this and that. Then it’s off to the market to get a few basic things for the kitchen. After we put things away, I check our travel list for a destination.
We walk to L’Institut du Mond Arabe. Fascinating, though many explanations not in English. I learned the history behind the tables inlaid with ivory. It reinforces the table so it can support large silver trays servants used to carry food and drink. (caveat….that’s what one of the staff explained to me). Remarkable how many countries make up that world. Walking through the exhibit and seeing the names of countries and cities we have all read about almost daily in the news gave me pause. Deciphering what I can from the explanations covering thousands of years as we move through the exhibits about the cultures and beliefs of the various countries and the people in them, it all clearly correlates to what we read in newspapers and hear on the radio. Looking at the beautiful fabrics and clothing and jewelry and knowing about the recent and tragic loss of art and antiquities due to war I feel very sad. The thought that comes to mind “if only we could peacefully coexist” . A long walk back and sort out where to have dinner. By chance we found Fish La Boissionnerie a few doors away from the apartment…a wonderful meal and we’ll be going back.
Along with the exhausting search for an apartment, I created my “Paris in Detail “list of restaurants, shops, museums, day trips. Listed by arrondisements. Most handy and worth the time I spent on it. We add and delete as we go along and find new places or delete as we did the Moroccan restaurant we went to. Obsessive? Perhaps….but we do allow for the spontaneous.
The next morning we ate at La Palette – a cafe comptoir depuis 1902, also a few doors away!
A friendly neighborhood open 24/7 with all the charm you could ask for. The day still before us, we decided to go to the Luxembourg Museum and see The Tudors exhibit…bulletins are plastered everywhere and as we had been watching Wolf Hall on BBC at home, we decided to check it out. A little shopping along the way! The exhibit was very good, however if we had not been watching the series we would not have been able to piece the history and people together. Tom had picked up sandwiches while I was trying on clothes. We took our lunch and my purchases into the park and ate while watching people all around us playing chess at special tables for anyone who wants to have a game. Some tables are set up permanently, one elderly man came with his own board – it was cut so that it would rest precisely on the slats of the back of the garden chairs. You simply set two chairs with the backs facing each other…voilà! It becomes a table.
This young woman played the gray-haired gentleman first…..she beat him soundly! Each game is timed so they don’t go on for hours on end. There is some sort of instrument at each table that you hit after each board move (as you would a dinner bell). I think you have to complete a game in a certain period of time.
So far I know two things: Take an umbrella. Factor in window shopping. The shop and gallery windows are dressed in the most amazing and creative ways you can’t just walk by without taking it in. A visual feast!
So now it’s day 4…technically day three according to my calculation since we arrived late afternoon. Find the wine shop. Take clothes to the dry cleaners, make a hair appointment. Pick up things for lunch and dinner to eat at home. White asparagus is in season – Tom is salivating! For our dinner he serves it with fresh hollandaise sauce along with two mini quiche. The fat white stalks of asparagus are sweet and tender and we’re feeling quite pleased with ourselves.
Not to forget the cheese course! Tom’s new mantra is “so many cheeses, so little time.”
A cheese shop every few feet it seems and we’re sampling them all. For the afternoon we decide to go to the Tuileries Gardens along with lots of other people! Many school groups and two buses of Asian tourists in traffic orange jackets taking group photos. A lovely day for walking. We snagged chairs by the fountain and sat in the sun for a while.
To prepare for our trip we read the book “French or Foe”. Much of it good insight, but our experience so far is not what the book prepared us for or cautioned us about…. Parisians are friendly and helpful. They do smile. The morning I went to the hair salon I got into a conversation with a woman walking just in front of me. She noticed me looking up at a building and stopped to say that in Paris you should always look up because the buildings are so beautiful. Then we talked about gardens and terraces. She was so charming and I loved the encounter. The dry cleaner does not take a long time to get your clothes back…. three days. The book made it sound like it would be a week or more.
And so far no one has pulled out a day old baguette to sell us, keeping back the freshest for their regular customers. We’ve been showing up every day for a week and the lady behind the counter at Carton only now looks up and seems to be thinking “a familiar face?”….although I could be terribly off on that. One day when Tom went in to buy a baguette for dinner, I stood outside. She saw me through the window, I waved and smiled and I think she gave me a nod!
So I’m in serious need of a hair salon….I forgot my hair tools and have been walking around with big frizzy hair, not in keeping with the put together look of the French woman! Alas, the owner of our apartment suggested where to go….had to add this photo because it’s not what most of us are used to seeing, right? I was put in the hands of a young woman named Maud who took very good care of me.
Feeling like a new woman, off we go to the Musée d’Orsay to see the special Bonnard exhibit.
We would have reached the museum much sooner than we did but it is impossible to just walk down a street, especially rue Jacob, and not look into each shop or gallery window….the beauty and creativity is astounding.
After the Bonnard exhibit and wandering through the other galleries, we lunch at the museum cafe and walk home. We do stop to get Tom some vitamins as he feels a bit lagging, picked up cheese at AndUot Fromagerie and a baguette. We’re already very picky about where we buy our baguette…. Carton is our favorite so far.
A glimpse at Bonnard…
Dinner that night was a bust. A Morrocan restaurant recommended to us that turned out to be really disappointing, plus we were the only ones there until two couples came around 9:30. We had taken a nap after our museum outing and overslept so took a cab as it was a very long walk and we would be late…. Once again, c’est la vie. We walked home and got a good nights sleep.
So now its May 7th…in England and in Paris the weather has been great. A few clouds and showers, but overall great travel weather. We eat breakfast at home before walking rue Furstenburg, rue Dauphine and rue Jacob (again!) on our way to Canal St. Martin. I read two or three articles about the area in the 10th arrondisement so I put it on the list to check out. “Lively, artsy, artisanal, etc. plus the canals and cafes. 
8 1/2 miles later (the app on the iPhone does not lie), our feet screaming at us, we walked into our apartment. Canals, yes. The other? A glimpse, but not much. We did watch a boat go through one of the locks, and walked up ( I felt like it was like climbing a ladder it was so straight up) a bridge to cross the canal, which, by the way was built by Napoleon to supply fresh drinking water to people who lived in that area.
Just before we reached our front door, I looked up and for the first time ever in my life I saw a young girl who looked like she just stepped off the fashion runway or the pages of a high fashion magazine…you know, those uber thin models with the “blank expression I have no feeling I am disconnected from the world” look on their face as they saunter down the runway or get themselves into contortions to pose for a fashion shoot…… Well there she was. Extremely odd hair (and lots of it) an ill-fitting dress of what appeared to be cheap cotton in the style of a 1950s house dress, a rather large white “coat” over that and clunky platform shoes that I can’t remember much about as by that time she was long gone. I ‘m sure she left the grand dames of St. Germain de Pres shuddering in their Chanel suits! I must add that she was quite young, had beautiful delicate features and her face would be a delight to anyone, especially a fashion photographer. But at this moment her whole persona conjured up what I wrote above.
A new day.
We wake up to another beautiful mild sunny day and decide to visit the Picasso museum. The house that he lived and worked in is being restored so the museum created an experience for those of us who still want to come – it takes you through his early work, prototypes of sculptures and works he collected by other artists. And, of course, the lovely gardens where we sat a while.
By the time we went to bed we walked 5 1/2 miles…….. One must stay ahead of the wine, bread and cheese!
Tom keeps reminding me that blogs are posts, as in short. I have one more day to share which means we will have used up our first week. It’s Sunday. It’s a holiday weekend and it’s quiet. But no dust is going to settle on us!
At 9:00 am we set off to the blvd Raspail and the street market to find a roast chicken Tom read about. Marinated in seasonings for days. Tender and perfect. We only knew to look for “the chicken lady”. Easier said than done. Only hundreds of stalls to maneuver through, the first ones with scarfs and socks and kitchen utensils and Russian dolls, etc. then the fish (phew!) and then the produce, but no chicken lady…… Our shopping bags are full of everything but chicken. The logical thing to do was – EAT – I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had white wine and oysters on the half shell for breakfast, but there we were…around 10:30 am doing just that! And it was fabulous! We tried two kinds of oysters, Belôn and another called “Royal” that had the most amazing flavor.
We decided to ask Monsieur Oyster Guy, who spoke English, if he knew about the chicken lady. He didn’t. He would ask. He pointed to a woman across the way and we weren’t so sure, but we bought her roast chicken. Now you might think this little adventure has a happy ending, but it’s only marginally happy. The chicken was dry and tasteless, so no marinating happening in her farm kitchen! We did discover young asparagus…. Now keep in mind this is France. Someone discovered if you pick asparagus at the point that it first sprouts, or whatever it does when it begins to grow, when the top 1/4 inch has some little recognizable asparagus like bumpy bits on it, and the stalk is thin, like a clover stem, only longer, well you gather them up and bring them to market!
Dry chicken and young asparagus (they measure out to be about three tablespoons for each of us after cooking), and a few pieces of cheese. Oh, some langoustines as an appetizer. Tom couldn’t resist them. Tom was crestfallen about the chicken lady search but distracted himself with the langoustines. Throw in some pâté and some wine, cheese and bread and we had a meal. We walked 2 1/2 miles to the market just for the chicken lady. At the end of the day we just reminded ourselves of our great breakfast and took another little walk up the block to a small park to read a while.
Here endeth our first week in Paris. More ramblings to come if you aren’t glazed over yet!
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May 5, 2015 § 1 Comment
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