27.05.2010 - 27.05.2010
Neither Deb nor Ian nor Les nor Karen snored enough to wake the others up. Somehow we fitted into this small apartment and somehow Deb and Ian fitted into the smaller sofa bed, cosy as a courting couple! Freshly we strode several meters to where we practice Franch au matin. "Trois noissettes et un café creme et deux croissants" saw us past breakfast and moving into a stroll toward Victor Hugo's house, Place des Vosges and a couple of other places as well. On the ground floor were numerous galleries and small shops. On the way back we stumbled across a courtyard with some interesting angles on a window. Yesterday during our walk to Musée d'Orsay we noticed how often the external walls of buildings are not vertical. We could not work out if it was deliberate, or a slow change over time?
Unfortunately our visitors needed to catch a train to England so we bid them farewell early. We were doubly treated after this. First there was a parade of some 30 pairs of horses with gendarmes in finery heading back to barracks which by the way are about 300m from our place. Then we saw a protest march of about 100 workers but we never found what the cause was.
We decided it was time to find the hole in the wall which served Heidi's favourite crepes in Rue Moufftard. The rain became more steady and our shoes more wet. We found it. The simple crepes were a delight, warm and flavoursome. Karen had Heidi's recommendation of beurre, sucre and canelle (cinnamon). The rain intensified but still more an enthusiastic drizzle than a downpour, nonetheless, off to Jardin de Luxembourg nearby, lovely spacious gardens adjoining the French Senate. We sat under cover then soon after found some more interesting pools of water and sculptures.
From there to home to change into drier clothes and we set out to buy a rotisserie chook with those amazing potatoes which sit underneath catching up all the fat like little boys lick the cake mix bowl. They was delicious later when we ate dinner.
More walking through the Marais and buying a saucisson poivre et herbes.
From the corner boulangerie, a tarte poir and eclair chocolat. Nearly home we found one of the oldest houses in Paris, 13th century this one and it gives an idea of the medieval Parisian houses, most knocked down in the great clean up.
Later a little sauterne to wash the tarte poir down helped a great deal. A quiet night, a decision to make, then as I have already said, a quiet sleep.