(Part II)
Wednesday,
13th of March 2013 (Paris, France)
St.
Paul ... here I am.
After
being pointed in the right direction, I walked along the streets more
in a discovery mode rather than looking for something in particular.
To be honest, I am not even sure if I got to see the highlights of
Marais, but I definitely derived joy from my little mystery tour.
Being lost in the moment (and in Paris !) felt just wonderful.
Museum
of Pablo Picasso was closed for renovations ... oh well.
I
stumbled on a Chocolatier and gave it a go ... mmm (for a melting
moment).
Photos below ...
can you spot the reflection?
(hint: guy wearing a white jumper)
At
around 3.20 pm my stomach announced that it was time for lunch and
“Boulangerie” on Rue de la Verrerie looked like the right place.
A
cream of mushroom soup with parmesan cheese and a sour dough bread
with olive oil was just what my body needed!
Ooops,
I forgot to mention ... (my third)
Now
“on the road again” ... first to an earlier spotted internet cafe
(hooray!) and then to the Louvre to take me back in time, but before
I got very far ...
Guess
what ...?!
After
two earlier unsuccessful attempts (thanks to my good balance), I
finally managed to catch my first “rabbit”! I guess, one less
thing to tick off from my “not to do” list.
Back
at the Louvre ...
Remembering
it as yesterday ...
(July 1982)
Short on cash, I munched on the baguette while sitting on a bench
across from the Louvre.
Please, can you tell my mum to stop taking the photos!
In
need of extra fuel I popped into the Cafe Ruc for endives avec crème
de roquefort and a glass of red Bordeaux before returning home.
On
the way from Charles de Gaulle Etoile to
Place Pigalle, the first five stations had a busking saxsophone
player playing the exact same tune heard while the doors were open,
and so I started to wonder ...
Fortunately
the sixth station greeted us with silence. What a blessing! and proof
that I am sane.
Well
... not for long! (I mean the silence and not my sanity)
At
least he played a different tune.
Back
on the Rue des Martyrs, I decided to buy a small bottle of cognac for
medicinal purposes - to keep my circulation going and to avoid a
potential cold. Unfortunately no small bottles were available.
To
satisfy my intuitive feeling I decided to check out a local cafe at
the southern end of my street (next to the Notre-Dame-de-Lorette).
Ending
my third day with an espresso and a glass of cognac in the company of
friendly owners and one of their regular clients was just great!
My
self advertising even scored me a happy birthday song for the
upcoming day, now only a few hours away.
Yes,
I am in Paris and my countdown has begun! (sorry, no fireworks at
midnight though there was one flare this morning captured on the
first photo)
See
you all tomorrow ... (bright and early)
Photography
by Olga Kulanowska
