this was a respite within a respite, so to speak. a 10-hour layover in Paris between 2 long-ish flights, the bookend of a long holiday. i was fortunate to have a French-fried friend to ease the airport doldrums, and even more fortunate that she is a great hostess (from as early as 6am!)
one day, i will do Paris (maybe even the rest of France) slowly. i’ve only ever done it fast, which is entirely inadequate. 24 hours, 10 hours, whatever i can taste/see/smell/hear/enjoy in the smallest window of time.
arriving in the city by 7:30am, we set out to eat. first a pain au chocolat at the Marché des Enfants Rouges, only just awakening on this Saturday, then a walk about, and a leisurely breakfast in the sun at La Chambre des Oiseaux. What’s to eat? “Breakfast à la campagne” – an assortment of breads, cheeses, charcuterie, and jams, along with a warm and gingery drink.
evidently Paris sleeps in on Saturdays, so we strolled to pass the time: through the courtyards of the national archives building,
and across the Place de l’indépendence.
and then, on a whim, we sped over to the Marché aux puces – streets upon streets upon shops upon shops of flea market finds, from the gold-plated to the hand-carved to the taxidermied, and everything in between (and all for a pretty
and then, before heading back to the airport, a grand finale: the finest éclairs around because, don’t you know, éclairs are the new macarons. we took a selection, including fig, chocolate, and raspberry, but the best by far was the caramel-coffee, with gold-dusted, candied pralines.
many thanks to one Ms. J Camara for another fabulous few hours.
best wishes for a beautiful and Ebola-free weekend !