It didn't rain today which meant I could finally visit le Jardin du Luxembourg en route to my planned destination of the market street rue Mouffetard in the 5th. I poked around the stalls and shops for a couple of hours (apricots, cucumber, pears and baguette) and spent some time visiting Église Saint-Médard. It's a lovely church, tiny compared to others in Paris, and I had the great fortune of being its only visitor at 11 this morning.
|Fontaine de l'Observatoire - one of my favourites in Paris|
|Children's cafe hidden in the Champ de Mars. They sell
barbe à papa (father's beard) aka cotton candy!
"Bonjour Koo-Koo!" Said with much affection and followed with much cheek kissing over morning coffee.
The more things change, the more they stay the same...
In 2011, Chris and I stayed in an apartment near rue Mouffetard. Today I walked the same route looking for signs of our previous Paris. I was not disappointed. We used to stop daily at our neighbourhood fleuriste to cuddle her black Lab. When I walked past this morning, the Lab was lying in its exact same spot looking the same except for a new distinguished white muzzle.
Indecent food item of the day...
In Paris you should always eat where French people are eating. On rue Mouffetard, I noticed a crêpe shop with a long line. At the front I was greeted my a Monsieur wearing white Ipod ear buds and working two sizzling crêpe pans. The inside of the shop was no larger than my apartment's WC. I ordered a beure sucre for 1.50 euros and it came to me steaming hot and dripping with butter. Butter was dripping all over the tips of my Converse and I was licking my fingers as fast as I was eating the delicious crêpe. If i had been really hungry, I could have ordered the shop's plat for 5.50 euros: crêpe salé (ham, cheese, egg) + crêpe sucre (jam, Nutella, sugar) + Coke, coffee or beer.
|This is a "merveilleux" from Aux Merveilleux de Fred. When I saw it in the window for a mere 2.90 euros, I had to buy it. It was handled with white gloves and came in its own carrying box. Taste test to come...|
Indecent tourist of the day...
Earlier today I stopped in the Tuileries to write and the man sitting next to me was having a F-bomb screaming match on his Blackberry while his wife sat nearby picking at the dirt on her Coach bag. It was like a scene from the film Wall Street was being re-enacted in the Tuileries. "You are not going to f*#* with my organization! I am the boss!" Very dramatic and very inappropriate.
|View from my "writing spot" in the Tuileries|