we stayed in the marais district, the 3eme. with its coffee shops, boutique lined streets, and gorgeous apartment buildings everywhere you look we certainly lucked out. on our first day, with my knopf mapguide in hand - i can't recommend these guides enough - we decided to meander the winding streets of what would be our home for the next four days.
our plan was to first find a coffee for stefan, baguette for me, and croque monsieur for kai (he ate many!) to fuel us for our walk as we made our way toward rue montorgueil. we usually just stopped into a random cafe/bakery and were never disappointed.
i had read wonderful things about rue montorgueil and it turned out to be a great place to take a stroll. it was choke full of food shops, bakeries, chocolate shops and kitchenware stores (like le creuset). stefan was in heaven.
needless to say, we sampled one too many pastries along this route. first we ate a gigantic macaroon from eric kayser boulangerie then eclairs from maison colette then petits financiers (moist little almond cakes) from stohrer. the latter is the oldest pastry shop in paris so we had no choice but to sample their pastries. as you stroll rue montorgueil the smell of delicious stinky cheese draws you to enter the cheese shops (the aroma from la fermette was especially lovely).
we made our way through les halles with it's impressive renaissance church st. eustache and gardens where kai enjoyed parkour-ing. we needed to pick up our tickets to the louvre from the tourist office in this area and since we were so close to notre-dame we decided to visit it before continuing our walking tour of le marais.
first glimpse of eiffel |
it was time to find a place to sit and eat some lunch. we found artichoke, french onion soup and sardines on the menu at cafe st.regis. it was my favourite meal. and, the waiters were happy and funny guys too. actually, on our way out, one of the waiters was clearing a table and tossed the remains of a drink onto the seat of a moped sitting nearby which startled me. noticing my surprise, he flicked his hand, rolled his eyes up as if to say 'pfft, who cares, it's nothing.' i couldn't stop giggling.
watching pastries being made |
my boys returned to the hotel to rest up for dinner at sixieme sens (note: the chef was also the waiter and host with no other staff and the food was delicious). so, i took the opportunity to continue window shopping and relax at the beautiful place de vosages square. it is flanked by 17th century stone buildings with pitched roofs. victor hugo lived here when he wrote les miserables. it turned out to be a delicious break. while sitting in the park, i slowly devoured the entire gigantic pistachio macaroon i had originally saved to share with my boys.
continue reading... part 2 of 4 coming up later today.
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