Sunday, June 1, 2014

Les out-takes



















Warrants repeating




















At the very large pots and pans store on
Rue de Bagnolet



































Mitt Romney worked here?















A center-left magazine...




















Bridge of promises















Thus















New (to us) self-service ice creamery















Thus















La mort d'un pigeon















Everything's up to date in Kansas City...















Mannequin rehearsal at Galeries Lafayette















Monthly lunch schedule at the elementary school; sounds like a fancy French
restaurant to me...
















A cat named Rubens















Flying (limping?) buttress


















Une promenade dans le 20ème arrondissement (continuer)

At this point, as I said, the city itself became more interesting than the walk, and we indulged ourselves...
Art Nouveau not in such great condition




















When buildings come down, walls are exposed, and the
muralists go to work...





















Doing interesting things..."beware of words..."















We finally seem to have found Chinatown...















And then, an alley where a lot of art has happened...















And is still happening
















Thus















And more















I'd love to attend...maybe when my French is a little better















At length, we came to a Tunisian patisserie and indulged ourselves a bit more
...memories of the Spice Market, Istanbul
















Art Deco Club




















Restaurant Medievale...maybe a bit out of fashion?















And just a few blocks from home, the Church of Our Lady
of the Perpetual Secours

Une promenade dans le 20ème arrondissement

Marie and Stacey departed Friday morning. It was a beautiful clear spring day, so Vicki and I decided to undertake another exploratory walk "in the neighborhood," that is, a walk, mostly in the 20th now, through the former villages of Charonne, Menilmontant, and Belleville, to the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont...all on the former outskirts of Paris, but now just as developed and dense as anything else in the city. Our guidebook, Walking Paris, suggested there were visible traces of the former villages here and there, but it seemed to require considerable imagination, at least in my case, to see anything but the same 7-story apartment blocks, restaurants and retail--all quite interesting enough--that cover most of the rest of the city. We followed the guide, skipping Pere Lachaise, from Gambetta through the Parc de Belville, and a bit beyond, but then the city itself became more interesting than the prospect of vestigial village bits. We then walked Rue de Belville and Rue de Montilmontant back to Pere Lachaise and then back home, resolving to hit the Belville market (tres ethnique!) whenever we can.
The Pere LaChaise station is one of the better preserved
Art Nouveau Metro stations
















Vicki feels obligated to inspect and sample
every patisserie, especially the pretty ones





















A beautiful old Art Nouveau bar/bistro















All throughout Paris, and most of France, are memorials to those
who fell in the Resistance
















A German troop train ambushed here, on these now disused
tracks
















In 1944, this was in the outskirts, the outlying villages...no
more
















Villa Castel, one of the remnants of the old village of Belleville















Peering within




















A highlight of the walk, the high vista from Parc de Belleville,
looking out upon all of Paris, from the east
















At the vista




















Walking from the vista down through the Parc















Roses















Thus















Everywhere

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Les restos de la Rue de Lappe

I walked over to the Bastille market Thursday morning to pick up some ingredients for our veal Amalfi dish and took a short-cut on the way back, through Rue de Lappe, which runs between Rue de la Roquette and Rue de Charonne, in the 11th. It is just a little side-street, not a lot wider than an alley, a couple blocks long. After a few hundred feet of walking, I was struck by the colorful restaurants along the way, and then by their number and variety. Thursday morning it was quiet and nearly deserted. By night it is one of the Bastille area's more lively locations.