In Search of Lost Times

Thursday Vicki had her second cooking class, tarts, and while she was busy baking I undertook some travels aimed at recovering lost items, memories, etc. At length, the tarts were the most successful part of the day.

At the La Cuisine Paris...also learning to make Kouign Amann (!!!)

Paris, 1979, in the Opera district, I have found the Cafe Wagner and
(as I remember) a wonderful large lithograph of the street riot accompanying
one of the performances of Tannhauser in 1861...I have been wondering and
sometimes looking for whatever became of the Cafe Wagner ever since;
and this day resolved to look into every cafe along the Avenue de l'Opera...
no luck...nothing...even AI has been relatively unhelpful...so I moved on to the
the epicerie of the Galeries Lafayette and its (second floor!) Cave; spelunking
in France is so much better than anywhere else

Only an hour killed of the three, so I decided to take the long Metro
around to the 11th, Blvd. Voltaire and Rue Charonne, near where our
first Paris apartment, 2014, was located, on Rue de Nice; above, the intersection 
of Voltaire and Charonne, the resto on the right where we had a lunch,
waiting for the apartment to open

Rue Faidherbe, where Rebecca rented an apartment for two months,
half shared with us, in 2019; still in the 11th, off Rue Charonne

Family favorite creperie since 2014...

Septime, still a prestige reservation, where Jeremy and I had a memorable
lunch in 2014

Still on Rue Charonne, the Emmaus charity shop where I have
scored a few memorable items; charity shops are nearly unheard-of
in France; an institution in the UK...thrifting in France is in the vide
greniers...neighborhood street sales

Stopping to dip another madeline in my tea, at my personal favorite,
Le Bistrot du Peintre, Charonne and Ledru Rollin; an un-renovated
belle epoche establishment in the heart of the 11th; go there and be
transported...

After the bistrot, my legs were tiring, and I opted for
a bus to take me back to the cooking school; the bus
dropped me on the Ile St. Louis...

A few meters from Baudelaire's 1843-45 appartement; some of
Flowers of Evil undoubtedly written here

Having snapped a few gazillion such pix of famous places, I decided it
was time to credit myself...although I rather more enjoyed the tart
morsels shared with me that evening [The Life and Art of Rene' Ssance
can be viewed here]