Café et croissant at Le Nemrod to begin the day, then a metro across to rue Saint-Honoré in the 1st to see wassup at Colette - a très, très hip concept store which we love to hate (and always visit!). Found those perfect sneakers I've been searching for...600 euros...I'm just not that hip!
Headed over to the Palais Royal for a walk under the arches and a rest alongside the candy-courtyard. This square is so beautiful. People meet and children play in the courtyard; there is a fountain, trees and seating in the central jardin; a mix of tiny shops line the tiled, arched walkways - it's like Parisian life condensed into one square. One of my favourite spots in Paris.
Then metro from Louvre-Rivoli to Franklin D Roosevelt, a walk along the most expensive street in Paris...Avenue Montaigne (a pause outside the Plaza Athénée so Brent can ogle the blue Bugatti - we will never be staying here!)...and then coffee with Thibaut, one of the partners who manage our apartment rental - just to make sure all is well on Ile Saint-Louis - and it is...
Across the river towards La Tour. Found a gorgeous café for lunch - pour moi, a warm lentil salad with carrot mash; pour monsieur, a goat's cheese pasty and green salad. Home-made crumble and clafouti for dessert...mmm!
A few minutes away, La Tour Eiffel in all her glory and a walk the length of the Champ de Mars. A metro to Sèvres-Babylone and a wander home via rue de l'Abbé Grégoire...et voilà, another wonderful day in Paris!
2 comments:
"Parisian life condensed into one square" Now in Paris that is no doubt a good thing but I would not want to see Melbournian life concentrated in one small space.
Ohh wait, short interuption, Sally has just rung from Paris, ok she has hung up now - thank goodness, how can I focus on writing to her and Brent when she is ringing us up!
So back to Melbourne concentrated into a small space. Approach with caution, take a deep breath then try and squeeze past the junk food munching throng reading the Herald Sun and nodding in unison as they approve of the headline 'We Stopped The Boats" before scrathing their backsides and debating who should win 'The Block' and whether football should be officially recognised as a religion.
In Paris the worst that could happen is a little existential angst and a small butter smear from rubbing against someone's croissant.
Cheers, Paul
Love the yellow bike by the black car - I feel a cross stitch coming on....
Enjoying your blog and Paul's comments (Carlin is packing as well, what more does one need then grilled cheese?).
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