13 hours ago
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Today we did some exploring in the 14th arrondisement, and found some AMAZING food markets on the Rue DaGuerre. GORGEOUS seafood, beef, cheeses, pastries, and I found the very best boulangerie of all. An artisan bread shop, and bought the best pastries of the trip, so far.
We just came back from the Luxembourg Gardens, where we brought a blanket (it's chilly today), a bottle of wine, and these delicious treats. I actually carried wine glasses and china into the gardens (it's only a few hundred feet away).
We had this wonderful tarte anchois (anchovy tart with tomatoes!!!!!!), a prune tart, some leftover pate and a stale baguette from yesterday, and this chocolate thing. I have no idea what those little round things on the plate are called, but they were my favorite so far. Light, pillowy, almost like a donut, but more like a popover with sugar. WOWIE. (addition: I just found out they are called chouquette).
The park is a wonderful place, and on a Saturday, there are families with young children playing, we saw children's birthday parties going on........adorable children dressed up in costumes having potato sack races (in paper bags), playing games and always with makeup and Halloween type dress.
The teenagers from the colleges all sit together and sing songs, they hold hands (odd to see 18 year olds holding hands in a circle), and laugh and clap and have great fun.
Just watching them made us smile.
There was a potato exhibit in the gardens today. YES, a potato exhibit. Pomme de Terre. Ok, that was a little weird.
As we walked into the park, with booze and bags in hand, I saw Spike Lee coming towards us. He was talking to his acquaintance, an older woman, both with NY accents. And I said "Hey Spike! NEW YORK!". He was very nice and said hello, how ya doing? I am such an idiot. Couldn't I think of something else to say. DUH.
People napping in the parks all over the city, exhausted from waiting to see the Pope this morning. They were all carrying yellow signs or yellow and white umbrellas, many dressed in navy blue. Church bells could be heard ringing this morning from Notre Dame all over the city.
This is the most beautiful city, the people are beautiful to look at, the buildings are gorgeous and the food is beyond. We are the tallest people (especially the husband at 6 ft 5 inches) and people immediately recognize us as Americans. They want to talk politics with us in the cafes, and are very surprised at our choices. But everyone is friendly and is patient with our poorly spoken French.
The trip is coming to an end, and I feel sad. Back to real life in a few days.
We still have Versailles and a home cooked meal made by our friends Ghalia and Clement who live close to the Eiffel Tower.