a few postcards from Paris

Seeing as I should get to bed soon, and haven’t had much time to write, I thought I’d post a few pictures. We safely arrived in Paris on Saturday, and met up with my mother, who had kindly already tracked down our apartment and keys by the time we arrived.

Our apartment is located on a very busy, but largely pedestrian, street with lots of cafés and bars. Here’s a view of the street:


The apartment itself is up on the fifth floor of the building, and deep in the building, so that you’d have no idea that we were so near a busy street. There are courtyards on both sides. Here’s the view from the living room side of the apartment:


We’ve been doing some sight-seeing, but nothing too focused so far. We went to the Musée d’Orsay this afternoon, but upon seeing the long line, decided to head back in the morning. Here is the Musée, and the long line we didn’t stand in.


Much of the trip has involved tracking down food. We managed to get to an outdoor market this morning, in hopes of getting lots of good fresh produce and yummy cheeses. The market itself was a bit of a bust, with very few stalls. (And no cheese!) It was nothing like the markets of Versailles and St. Germain-en-Laye that my mother and I knew better. We did buy a few zucchinis, some artichokes, and some fairly squished fruit. A I got a picture that made it look more interesting than it was:


I have yet to eat a sufficient number of crêpes, cheese and pastries, but I have at least had a few chaussons aux pommes, and some good baguettes.
Off to bed with me now.

9 thoughts on “a few postcards from Paris

  1. I feel like I’m there with you. Mmmm…crepes with nutella. When I toured Musee d’orsay, I was in Monet-worship mode. It was heavenly.

  2. thanks for sharing! love the fact that there is this (presumably) american couple standing outside the musee debating the line situation as well. interesting that the english use the french verb queue for waiting in line. i’m sure as an anthropology lingustics major you can find some insight there… hope that it will be the cheese holiday that you have always dreamt of.

  3. Great pictures! I hope the next few days will have you singing the inspiring hymn “What a Friend We Have in Cheeses.”


  4. There is no such thing as “a sufficient number of crêpes, cheese and pastries.” But no harm trying to find that mythical number. There is also no sufficient number of chocolate croissants, FYI.

  5. Quelles belles photos, que je suis jalouse…

    Our local marché last summer was the marché Ménilmontant in the 20th. If you didn’t go at 6am, it was a knock-down, drag out fight to the finest produce. It was hot, dirty, people pushed you around, and I loved it. Reminded me of Mali. The best part was that since we lived in an immigrant area, there were always West Africans around doing their shopping–Malians, Ivoiriens. I heard Bambara all over the place, and was able to chat with some of the women en faisant des courses

    If you don’t eat some crêpes or cheese soon, there will be consequences for you when you come back. ;-)

  6. KC-
    Yeah, I was diggin’ the Monet. And the Renoir, too.

    Yeah, it’s cool when places look like you imagine them…

    Funny, I hadn’t really noticed that couple in the photo. As for the word queue, what significance to attribute to its French meaning of “tail”? (And thanks for the Wallace & Gromit reference. Cheese!)

    Hope you have a bib handy.

    You never need apologize for bad puns with me. Even cheesy ones. (Ugh. Sorry. I guess I feel the need to apologize for them, thought.)

    I’m glad you liked them! Paris is so photogenic, though, so I can hardly take credit. And thanks for dropping by!

    You are so right. The mythical, mystical sufficient number continues to elude. But I did at least increase my numbers of consumed crepes, cheeses and pastries as a result of my quest. And that’s not a bad thing. (There were also some pains au chocolat added in, as per your suggestion.)

    Merci bien. And that market you describe sounds much more like a real market than the piddling display we say… Ah well. And, in order to reduce my risk of “consequences,” I made extra efforts to consume cheese and crêpes. Sometimes even cheesy crêpes.

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