Very little is open in Paris on Sunday, but most of what is open is in the Marais, so we stayed there. Weather-wise, it was our best day, with brilliant blue skies and some fall leaves still on the trees. We wandered the day away, mastering the art of la flânerie (lah flan-er-ee), or strolling about in a leisurely way.
I introduced my husband to the Village de St Paul neighborhood within the Marais. This small area is a honeycomb of small streets and squares filled with shops, galleries, and restaurants. It’s also the home to the largest fragment of the protective wall built by King Philippe Auguste from 1190 to 1213. Over 900 years old. Amazing.
After the exhibit, we walked to Merci (111 boulevard Beaumarchais) for a light meal in the book-lined café. We both opted for boiled eggs with toast soldiers. I picked up a few Christmas gifts among their ever-changing stock – but I can’t say more about that lest the intended recipients read the blog today!
After some more flânerie, we had dinner at a really terrific crêperie – Breizh Café at 109 rue Vieille du Temple. The place was packed, but after a short wait we were able to take a spot one door down at L’Épicerie Breizh Café. This was a most satisfactory alternative. One large, square table in the center of the fine foods shop had seating for six. Seating on crates, that is. The atmosphere was much quieter than the main restaurant, which suited me very well. Our order was placed in the Épicerie but prepared next door and then carried to us. We loved our crêpes, so much so that we gobbled them up without remembering to snap a photo of them. Both of them were wonderful, but my husband’s was particularly good, with smoked duck, mushrooms, and Jerusalem artichokes as the main ingredients. A dessert crêpe followed, of course. After all, it was our last night in Paris.
It was a fabulous trip. As my husband kept saying, “Whose brilliant idea was this?” Yours, dear. How will you top it next year?