Parisian Food

I have to make an admission that those of you know me need not read. I am a picky eater. Really picky. Strain my plain  spaghetti sauce because even the little pieces of onion are considered “too chunky” picky. I don’t eat any kind of seafood because fish grosses me out. (same for Garbanzo beans) I don’t eat any kind of peanuts but I will eat smooth peanut butter. I cut every visible bit of fat off my skinless, boneless chicken breasts, and cut out anything else that looks suspicious.

So it will be no surprise that I wasn’t bowled over by the food in France. When I first arrived, I ate Croque Monsieur and omelets for days, despite the fact that I am not a huge fan of ham. I will say that from what I tasted, ham in France is much better than ham in the United States. But after a few days I got tired of it. Bacon is different there too, so I didn’t eat any bacon at all for the 45 days I was there. Now I know how Jesus felt in the desert. (Kidding!)

I never tried escargot, frog legs, nicoise salad, duck, a l’orange or otherwise, fois gras, quenelle, or ratatouille. I did eat plenty of pain au chocolat. In fact, I am a connoisseur of pain au chocolat. I also ate plenty of baguettes, and I totally understand how one can walk 4 or more blocks out of their way to buy a stick of bread at a certain bakery, despite walking by hundreds of other sticks of bread on the way. Towards the end of my trip, I was eating cheese, baguettes, chocolate, and grapes almost exclusively. Washed down with cheap wine. I tried buying relatively expensive (to me) wines but the difference in taste wasn’t worth the expense. I’m pretty easy to please regarding wine. If it’s white, there a 99.5% chance I’ll like it. I tried to eat a variety of cheeses, but kept going back to the same ones, Cantal, Emmental, Parmesan, and Mozzarella.

Here are some pictures of things I ate, as well as many of the foods on display, some of which I ate too, especially the pastries.

First up, street food, which runs right into pastries because WordPress is not cooperating with me:

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Waffle with Nutella. Ok, but too bland after a while.

Waffle with Nutella. Ok, but too bland after a while.

I did not eat this but it seems to be a staple at every crepe stand

I did not eat this but it seems to be a staple at every crepe stand

Some Vanilla thing I ordered to cut the richness of the hot chocolate at Angelina. Not worth the money.

Some Vanilla thing I ordered to cut the richness of the hot chocolate at Angelina. Not worth the money.
Tiny shop on rue Dauphine

Tiny shop on rue Dauphine

Cheesecake from Bread and Roses, rue Madame. Best I had

Cheesecake from Bread and Roses, rue Madame. Best I had

Pierre Herme

Pierre Herme

Trois chocolat at 2 rue de la Verrerie

Trois chocolat at 2 rue de la Verrerie

Restaurant meals:

Cheeseburger from Le Pause Beaubourg, Marais

Cheeseburger from Le Pause Beaubourg, Marais

One of my favorites, but it's Italian so I guess it doesn't count

One of my favorites, but it’s Italian so I guess it doesn’t count

Croque Monsieur

Croque Monsieur

Ham egg and cheese omelette

Ham egg and cheese omelette

The classic croissant

The classic croissant

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Pear Nutella Crumble from Cafe Pre aux Clercs

Pear Nutella Crumble from Cafe Pre aux Clercs

Creme brulee from Cafe Pre aux Clercs

Creme brulee from Cafe Pre aux Clercs

My usual picnic fare:

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I have to mention the wine. It accompanied almost every lunch and dinner, and many times was the only thing I ordered.

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No wonder I came home 14 pounds heavier than when I left. I’m surprised the airline didn’t charge me extra baggage fees!

I Still Don’t Like Montmartre

First, let me say this was not that title of the blog I had planned today. It was supposed to be titled When Bloggers Collide and was going to be about meeting Liberated Traveler. However, she had to cut short her adventures due to a family emergency so please send some good thoughts her way.

I did part of another Rick Steves walk today, starting at #16 in his Montmartre walk, the Moulin de la Galette. As for what happened to numbers 1-15? I saw Sacre Coeur and St Pierre-de-Montmartre (#’s 2 & 3) already on my first attempt at this walk, which was abandoned after my experiences with the “artists” and other colorful characters found at Sacre Coeur near sunset. Many of the other list items are things to look at, and for me not worth all the walking involved. I took the Metro to Lamarck-Caulincourt, made popular by the movie Amelie, but I didn’t enter the famous entrance, I exited an apparently random and unknown exit. I had read about the stairs at the Abbesses Metro stop and been warned to take the elevator, but I didn’t realize this stop had enough stairs to qualify for a warning too. Never fear, there were signs.

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I ignored the elevator as it was full and the sign above said it was about to Depart, when a brave woman barreled past me and leaped through the closing doors and forced them to re-open. As I was already staring at the doors I could see the aggrieved faces of the occupants so I didn’t want to further distress them by again forcing the doors open. (But I did take note for future reference. I had the impression that Parisian doors, like Parisian shopkeepers, have no patience for tourists, and would continue to slam shut on me. Nice to know this may not happen) I walked up some stairs, then walked down a long hallway, and just in case I had forgotten the previous warning about the stairs, the step count was adjusted and new signs warned me that I had more steps in my future.

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I walked blinking like a newborn onto the street and tried to orient myself. I think it only took 10 minutes and half a mile of walking, so I’m improving! Rue Lepic is very windy (that’s wine-dy, not windy as in blowing wind) so if you happen to be taking this walk and you see this guy

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You’ve gone too far. Back up, make a right, and at the next intersection you will find that you have snuck up on the Moulin de la Galette from behind. So if you’re facing the Moulin de la Galette, and want to see that guy, you have to turn right, go up the hill, and he will be on your right.

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Ok, so I saw it. Not much else to say. Continuing, down the wine-dy road, here’s a view down a side street,

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and I saw Henri de Toulose-Lautrec’s house from a distance. Apologies to fans of his but I did not feel it worth the 100 yard detour to look at his exterior windows. I continued on and spotted Vincent Van Gogh’s apartment.

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Apparently in the 2 years he lived here, on the top floor with a view of the city (I’ll have to take Rick Steves word for it because I couldn’t get up to the apartment or the roof and verify), his painting changed. From the Van Gogh Museum website: “Van Gogh’s Paris work is an effort to assimilate the influences around him. As he begins to formulate his own artistic idiom, he progresses through the styles and subjects of the Impressionists. His palette becomes brighter, his brushwork more broken. Like the Impressionists, Van Gogh takes his subjects from the city’s cafés and boulevards, and the open countryside along the Seine River.”

Down the street some more is another Amelie movie locale, Cafe des Deux Moulins. (I really wish I had re-watched this movie before coming here because I barely remember it)

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And finally, at the Place Blanche, Moulin Rouge.

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I guess it looks better at night. Not that I’ll ever step foot in Montmartre at night without a bodyguard. I peeked in the Museum of Erotic Art, which I was surprised to find is less intimidating than Modern Art. Did you know that Degas drew erotic art? I didn’t.

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There’s nothing really bad about Montmartre during the day. I just don’t see the appeal. I’ll stick to my favorite neighborhood, the 6th. I only explored maybe a block of Pigalle as my plans required me to go back the other way past Moulin Rouge again and take a long walk to rue de Rivoli where an Aldo store is located. I am searching for ballet flats to replace the ones I bought at Aldo years ago, but I can’t seem to find any. I could have taken the Metro but I wanted to walk, and I also found myself in front of Printemps, so I went in and poked around, sprayed perfume on myself, looked at lots of pretty stuff….yeah, I’m done. I’ll save shopping for next week when my friend is here.

I was on my way to Notre Dame to do the tower tour, but it’s a really hot day and I am already feeling a little in need of a shower, so I didn’t want to make it worse or offend any fellow tourists on the hot walk up all those stairs to the tower, so another day!

I also saw today that French women wear crocs!

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I Wonder If Rodin’s Friends Called Him A-Rod

 

My rock star status didn’t last long. Paris kicked my ass last night, but I don’t want to talk about that. I want to talk about plans! I have been researching, and searching the web for day trips out of Paris for a while and every time I search, the prices go up. So because I don’t have a printer, I took a trip to the Montparnasse train station last night to buy my tickets. Unfortunately, the automated ticket booths are the kind that don’t take American credit cards because they don’t have a chip in them. (I actually tried to get one of these credit cards before I left home but wasn’t able to) So today I woke up and went back to Montparnasse station. I had my research with me; a list of what calendar days had the most reasonable prices to the three towns I want to see. I had to wait a little extra for a window designated “English” (by a little British flag in the corner of the monitor). I can speak some French, but certainly not enough to explain what I was trying to do, and more importantly, not enough to understand what is being explained to me.

I got a really nice and patient woman who went above and beyond to help me. I felt really bad for all the people on line behind me because this transaction took over 20 minutes. There were 4-5 windows open, but only 2 designated English speaking. I started by telling her what date I wanted to travel to Mont St Michel and when her price came up 102 Euro more than mine, she started researching for me. She explained that while the web has the 15 day price search, her computer doesn’t and talked about how many people show up insisting on the price they saw. In my case, (she researched even though I told her I believed her and it was okay) the price didn’t include the bus from the train station to Mont St Michel (an 1:15 ride, so a considerable part of the journey). Also, the outbound train at the low price was arriving in Mont St Michel at 11:45PM. The morning trains were about 60 Euro more.
So she found me some mid-week trains to Mont St Michel and Dijon at good prices, then I also booked a trip to Reims tomorrow. I could have saved a little by booking ahead but the Reims trip would be either the day before or the day after Mont St Michel and I didn’t want to cluster my day trips one after the other when I have 40 days to work with. Since Reims was the shortest distance from Paris, it was the logical trip to pay full fare on. Even then, she did find me a reduced rate, but asked if I minded connecting in Epernay on the way home. I definitely didn’t as I had planned to go to Reims, then Epernay anyway, so she adjusted the times to give me enough time to enjoy Epernay before making my connection. She also had definite ideas about how long I should spend in each place. For example when I said I’d like a 9Pm train back from Dijon, she told me, no I didn’t, and put me on an earlier train, lol. When I asked if my return time from Mont St Michel was late enough, she said yes, that I won’t want to be there longer than that, lol. So thanks to this very helpful woman, I have trips planned to Reims, Epernay, Dijon, and Mont St Michel. I can’t wait! On the way out of the station I saw these cute, unused, charging stations for your electronics. You have to pedal to power the chargers.
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After that, I hopped back on the Metro and went to the Rodin Museum. I like Rodin, but I feel like I have seen so many of his works in so many other museums, and a quick look at my guidebook told me the three main sculptures I was interested in are in the garden, which costs 1 Euro, as opposed to 9 Euro for the whole museum, So, you can guess that I jumped on the chance to save 8 Euro! The Burghers of Calais
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Most of the garden was closed off for renovations, but the edges were accessible, as was most of the sculpture, which is what I’m here to see anyway. The Thinker was set up so high that it can’t really be studied in any depth, but it would be hard to anyway as there was a steady stream of people posing just like him in front of it.
“No, no…like this!”
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I like the details of it when seen separately, rather than seeing the whole from a distance anyway.
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After leaving Rodin’s I walked back to my neighborhood, picking up some munchies on the way. And taking a few pictures…
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Now I’m off to the laundromat, and a cup of cafe creme and people-watching while I wait for my clothes. 🙂

 

Sometimes The Best Plan Is No Plan

I woke up out of sorts today. I had no plans made so my ambition was nowhere to be found, and I kept rolling over and going back to sleep. Finally I walked to the market before I became too embarrassed for the bread man to see me at such a late hour.

I had been planning to get out of the city, but in looking at train fares last night, everything seemed very expensive! It’s cheaper to fly to Edinburgh than it is to take a train to Giverny? I will have to do more research. Anyway, I decided to give the Luxembourg Garden another try since I have been reading a lot about it, but the two times I walked through it, I wasn’t impressed. I went to the market down the street for cheese, fruit, and a baguette. I wrapped my wine glass in a kitchen towel (because I’m classy like that) and headed out to the garden. The first two times I was here it was raining. Today the park was glorious! Really.

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Pony rides, sunshine, fights over chairs…tons of people on the grass. I spread my picnic on a bench and read for a little over an hour while picking at my food. I had this surreal feeling while there. I was sitting on this bench eating my favorite meal,  I’m looking at a palace, there are kids riding by on ponies, lovers snuggling on the bench at my back, old French men in scarves. I have nowhere to be and nothing to do except sit here and enjoy it all.

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Can you see the Eiffel Tower in the background?

Soon I became restless so I took a walk and happened upon a free concert of Chopin! The best part was that I had stumbled onto this concert. I had no idea it was here. I didn’t plan to be here, or show up early for a good seat, or anticipate it. It just was. And I just was. And I was so grateful to be here and living in the moment and feeling that I was right where I was supposed to be. It was a wonderful experience, the music was beautiful, the day was perfect, and I loved every minute of it. It ended after about an hour and a half. There’s another one next week too!

DSCN1694I went back to the apartment for a while then took a long walk until I couldn’t walk anymore, then turned around and came home. 🙂

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Rick Steves’ Marais Walk

I will admit I have an irrational fear of the right bank because most of my negative experiences of Paris have taken place there, but I have heard so much about the Marais, and from what little I saw of it a few days ago, I decided to break out the Rick Steves again and take his Marais self guided walk. I started by walking down what has become one of my favorite streets in Paris, the rue St Andre des Arts to Blvd St Michel. There are always tons of people at the sandwich stand on this corner.

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Even Superman vacations in Paris.

From there I walked along the Seine and crossed Pont de Sully and continued along Bd Henry IV.

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My old town of Ledyard, CT could learn something looking at the Seine. Oh how I hated having only 3 crossing points over the Thames. If only there were as many bridges there as there are here. Anyway, I was reminded of my old home again a few minutes later when I passed an electric store, because I always thought the store on Main St in Norwich was cool, but it doesn’t hold a candle (or a bulb) to this one on Blvd Henri IV.

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I arrived at Place de la Bastille to find more gendarmes and caution tape. What have I walked into now? I think it was an outpost of the 1st Festival of Gay Cultures Paris, however it looks like Justice for Central Africa has climbed on the bandwagon and set up across the square from them. Place de la Bastille is where the walk begins, so I began.

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The bastille itself is gone, but I took a picture of an outline of the turrets that is on the road where rue St Antoine hits the square.

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and the Opera Bastille

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A teeny gas station (first one I have noticed actually)

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#17 rue Beautrellis, where Jim Morrison died

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The entrance to Hotel de Sully was closed so I walked around the block and entered the Place des Voges from the back. What a lovely park this is. I like it much better than the Jardin du Luxembourg. Love was in the air, and there were plenty of shaded benches to sit on. I wasn’t too hungry yet but I had a tiny glass of wine I had brought with me. It’s funny, the other day my shoulder was killing me from lugging around my umbrella and a couple of books. Yet for the past 2 days I have headed out carrying a full bottle of wine as well and didn’t feel burdened at all. 🙂

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I listened to a tour guide who had stopped at the bench next to mine, and was happy to hear him telling the family he was guiding many of the same things I had in my book. I hope that means that my book is correct, rather than the tour guide just took his information from the book! One thing I did learn from eavesdropping on that tour guide is that this square is the only square in Paris that is actually square-shaped.

I went to see Victor Hugo’s house which is located on the square, and determined that his decorating style and mine definitely do not mix, although I did like the location of his apartment.

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Man, that is some wallpaper! I made a full circuit around the square, looking at all the art galleries, then continued on to rue de Francs Bourgeois, which to me is just a big mall with lots of familiar stores; L’Occitane, Bobbi Brown, Guerlain, Jo Malone… I made a detour down a side street to buy some grapes to add to my picnic late lunch/early dinner.

I spent a lot of time in the Carnavelet Museum, a museum of the history of paris, which has its own separate chapter in my book. I think I spent close to 2 hours here, although I skipped the pre-history and mostly everything after Napoleon. It just got to be too much for me, and all the explanatory markers are in French, which I can read, although it becomes very tiring. I will say, I like being alone in museums. I can take my time, spending as much time as I want here or there, without worrying about anyone else being bored. A blurry picture of the faces from the Pont Neuf, but I liked the composition.

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This kid couldn’t help but grow up to have a huge ego

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If my French is correct, this replica of the Bastille was made with an actual block of the Bastille itself! Pretty cool.

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There were many rooms of art that chronicled life in Paris. I did see one work of art that I am familiar with and wasn’t expecting to see in a history museum. Absinthe.

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This garden was not in my guidebook, but it was very cute, and I imagine would look lovely at night, as those whitish things all over the grass are lamps. It’s the Jardin de l”hotel Lamoignon on rue Pavee.

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I visited the Mona Lisait bookstore. It is listed in my book as “funky” and “has more inside than meets the eye”. I agree but I will let you enjoy uncovering the more for yourself. Not knowing what to expect was half the fun. 🙂

Next was the rue des Rosiers, the actual Jewish Quarter. Many places were closed today so I walked through to rue Ste Croix de la Bretonnerie, listed as Paris’ openly gay main drag. Because of the festival starting (past my bedtime) tonight, the streets were alive with much more….shall we say “camp” and decor than the last time I was here. Before you ask, yes that IS a man dressed as a giant penis. He was so funny, a family with small children walked by and when he saw the (goodnatured) shocked faces of the parents, the penis-man covered his eyes, rather than the parents shielding their childrens’ eyes. 🙂

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By now I was getting pretty hungry. I am visiting the Pompidou Center another day, so I skipped that and thought I might eat at the Hotel de Ville (which is really city hall). However, there were way too many people here for me to feel comfortable breaking out my mini picnic, and the touristy feel of the place made me wary of pickpockets and other negative experiences, so I continued across the bridge towards Notre Dame and went down to eat alongside the Seine while watching the bateaux mouches glide by. My camera died here. 😦

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What started out as a questionable day turned out to be lovely and sunny.

I was going to hop the bus for a ride around Paris but traffic is really bad today, at a standstill. I walked home, thinking I would go online to find out if there was a closer store than the one in rue Cler where I bought my delicious chocolate chip brioche the other day, but on the way home I was seduced by a banana nutella crepe, enjoyed in my apartment with a cup of coffee instead.

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Rick Steves’ Historic Paris Walk (or part of it anyway)

Today I decided on a self guided walk from my Rick Steves Paris 2013 guidebook. I had done some things around the apartment in the morning, so it was after 3PM when I ventured out. I stopped at a grocery store nearby for wine and cheeses, then a boulangerie for a baguette. As I walked towards Notre Dame for the starting point of my walk, I spotted a place where I wanted to eat my late lunch-early dinner and made a detour.

 

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It’s the tip of the Ile de la Cite. It’s a gray and cold day today, and it started raining as I crossed Pont Neuf to my destination.

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I ate for a few minutes under an arch at the end of the steps, but soon it cleared so I walked to the park and finished my dinner on a bench, noting that great minds think alike.

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You can’t really see the details, but they are also having wine and snacks. Here’s Henry IV’s horse’s ass. 🙂

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I took a last look around….

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then  packed up the leftovers and headed to Notre Dame. Plenty of wine left.

 

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I didn’t do the climb today because of the weather, I will save that for a sunny day, but there were plenty of photo ops inside. I found Point Zero, the center of Paris, which I had overlooked last time I was here, and motioned a photo exchange with another woman.

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I spotted St Denis carrying his head, and the gargoyle propped on his elbows, watching all us tourists.

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Because there was a service going on, I couldn’t see all of the inside, but I saw as far as the nave. I found it unconventional that the confessionals here are made of glass! I couldn’t get close to the transept to see The altar, the Pieta, Joan of Arc, the rose window….Here’s what I did see:

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After leaving Notre Dame, I walked across the street behind it to the Deportation Memorial. This place is so stark and desolate. By the time I left here I had a huge knot in my chest. I don’t want to get too heavy, but sometimes it hits you that not too long ago, people suffered untold horrors that seem so far away. Then you go somewhere like this and realize how recent these events were, and as horrific as it seems, what you experience seeing it is nothing even close to what they experienced. No matter how much we complain about our day to day lives, we have no idea of what real suffering, real fear, real hopelessness is. As you descend, the city disappears and all you can see is bars, thick walls, and a tiny bit of the Seine.

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The passage into the main part of the memorial is only wide enough for one person at a time. There is a plaque in the floor that reads, “They went to the end of the earth, and did not return”

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The hallway is lined with 200,000 crystals. One for each French citizen who died. At the end of the hallway is an eternal flame. There is a tomb of the unknown at the beginning of the hallway. It’s amazing to read (at the top before entering) what constituted reason for identification, persecution, deportation. I knew it wasn’t only Jews, but the list seems exhaustive, and at times so undefined as to allow anyone at any time to be stamped with a triangle and imprisoned or worse.

Up out of the darkness and across the bridge to the Ile St Louis, where I did not go to Berthillon for ice cream. Last week our driver on the D-Day Tour, a lifelong Frenchman, said he had never heard of Berthillon. When he was asked what kind of ice cream he ate, he replied that he buys ice cream from Italy! Because of this, and because I knew he had lived in Paris for a time, I didn’t bother.

I did, however see the Tour d”Argent, the restaurant that was the inspiration for the movie Ratatouille.

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At 200 euro a person I didn’t eat there, but if I had, I most likely would have seen the same sight as from the bridge below.

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I walked through the Square Viviani to see the oldest tree in Paris, an acacia tree planted in 1602. Here’s Square Viviani and Notre Dame beyond taken from the base of the acacia.

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I saw some kids excitedly jumping around pointing at the ground. Looks like Remy the rat has finally met his end.

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Next was Shakespeare and Company Bookstore.

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No pictures are allowed inside, although I did see quite a few people taking illegal pictures, but it was open mic night, and I spent much time here listening to songs, poetry, and short stories before the heat and discourteous literary geeks who were practically climbing over me as if I wasn’t trying to see the same exact thing they were trying to see, drove me away. If not for the heat and the impertinence I could have stayed there all night. 🙂

I walked past St Severin church and into the Latin Quarter, noting the skinniest house in Paris, at #22 rue St Severin.

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Here in the Latin Quarter the owners/waiters stand outside and try to lure you in to eat, sometimes by telling you you’re beautiful and sometimes even by offering you food! This street is the worst offender (or best, depending on your point of view).

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I was still full from my Seine-side dinner so I was able to resist the enticement of all those men, and one woman who appealed to my tummy rather than my vanity.

I went home instead of continuing the walk as I have seen all the rest of the sights listed already. I went by way of St Andre-des-Arts, stopping at a market for a simple bar of chocolate as the patisseries were all closed by now.

Jardin Flottant

On the left bank of the Seine, just past Pont deL’Alma on the Quai D’Orsay, is a playground called Jardin Flottant, or floating garden. My daughter and I stumbled upon this last week. Today I walked past again and took more pictures.