Barb went off to the Musée d'Orsay and I set off on a quest for cleaning products. I crossed the Boulevard Raspail where the Tuesday market was being held and Rue Cherche-Midi changed into a more inhabitant-friendly street. I found un pressing so that I could have my pull et pantalons washed and ironed. Next, I found a shop of bricolage, plomberie et objets pour la maison. Just what I was looking for! How excited can one be to find toilet paper and Mr. Clean! I bought a little bouquet of freesia for the mantel. Then it started to rain. I was glad to have my rain hat that I bought in Normandy.
I ducked into a brasserie at the corner of Raspail and Cherche-Midi where I had une salade Raspail and un verre de rouge before coming home. Walking in my neighbourhood, I learned a few things about French history. On rue Cherche-Midi is a plaque and some remains of the Cherche-Midi prison where Dreyfus was jailed and where Résistance fighters were held by the German occupation forces. Un cherche-midi in the 17th century was someone who dropped in at lunchtime in hopes of an invitation.
Home again, I wiped down the offending objects with my disinfecting wipes and have settled in to a quiet rainy afternoon in Paris. As my brother would say "it's all part of the adventure."