|Ah! les lilas!|
|The word "echidna" came to mind when I saw this scarf.|
|I love to look at old scholarly books.|
|Strindberg lived on the rue Assas|
|André-Marie Ampère is the father of electro-magnetism|
Today, I am going to visit my friend, Aurélie, at her restaurant, La Crêperie de la Pomme d'Amour. The restaurant is at 316 rue St. Jacques. Last year, I lived at 318 for 5 months and ate my lunch here often. Aurélie cooks and serves galettes de sarrasin (buckwheat crêpes) with an assortment of fillings. She also makes great salads. Her prices are under 10 euros so this is a very affordable little restaurant. Unfortunately, Aurélie tells me that she will be leaving the restaurant business at the end of the year as she is having trouble with her arm. Occasionally, she has help serving but she is pretty much a one-woman restaurant. I eat my crêpe Normande and promise to visit next week before I leave Paris. I can't believe that I am already leaving. I was spoiled by my last year's visit. As I walk down St. Jacques, I see my hairdresser talking on his mobile and the friendly grocer helping a customer with produce. He has signs about the unsanitary habit of touching his produce. This neighbourhood is definitely my favourite!
|Aurélie at La Pomme de l'Amour|
Back home at the apartment, I read and watch another episode of Mr. Selfridge.
|I have grown to like this apartment better.|