Les Excursions à Pied


Paris is indeed a moveable feast! Yesterday, we decided to go out for breakfast. Normally, I do not eat many pastries in Paris. I enjoy the variety of yogurt available with some fruit and coffee in my apartment. But Saturday, in a residential area, is a prime day for people watching. We headed to our local café where we watched  some people meeting, kissing and chatting over coffee while others pulled shopping carts or pushed baby strollers through the mostly pedestrian area.

The sun is shining and everyone is outside. I've never visited Paris in September before. In our neighbourhood, there are people wearing sleeveless dresses and people wearing those packable down jackets (mostly black). We have chosen to be wear light layers as the afternoons are warm.

Usually, as organizer and long time traveller, I have merited the bedroom in the apartment. This year,
daughter gets the bed and I have a choice between the sofa bed or a rollaway cot. So far, neither has seemed very comfortable. I've been awake a lot during the night. The first night, I read The Lost Vintage, a novel of wine, France and the Résistance, until the wee hours of the morning. I have now accepted that each time zone crossed necessitates one day of adjustment. Jet lag is not imaginary and our ability to adjust worsens with age. By mid-afternoon, I am usually tired.

Yesterday, we explored a little of the 5th and 6th arrondissements. We started with Les Jardins de Luxembourg where many of the green chairs were occupied. Even in January, Parisiens use the park as an additional living room. There were people reading, sunning, chatting and sailing boats on the pond. We made a circle tour to visit the statues of the queens of France and then head out to Rue St. Germain.

lots of little restaurants

St. Germain is an area of more expensive stores and my daughter favours consignment and vintage so we wander towards the Seine where there are cheap eats and lots of funky little boutiques.

We've walked 7 kilometres and now we're hungry so we pop into a small café. My daughter is not a wine drinker but she has developed a taste for Petit Chablis. I only drink Chablis in France so we share a half bottle with some moules.


Christina is lucky in a vintage store and finds a rose ruffled blouse reminiscent of the 1980's. I think that perhaps I owned something similar in the day. She's going to wear it with burgundy cardigan.
We move on towards the 5th, my home arrondissement for 6 months in 2012. Not many changes here! Lineups for textbooks at Gilbert Joseph. I'm now tired and we purchase two carnets of transit tickets.  Metro home for a rest and some water. Sometimes when I'm tired, it might be dehydration. Coffee and wine!!!

We rest and play with our devices. Years ago, I travelled with no electronics. Now we have 3 iPhones (one for work), an iPad and a MacBook with chargers, adapters and cords. We planned to pick up a few groceries at Monoprix but it's too nice an evening to stay indoors. We pass a little bar guarded by a little fluffy dog. Dogs can visit restaurants and bars in Paris. We decide to have a croque-monsieur.
There is not a full kitchen in small bars. Our server makes our croque as she talks to her friend, the dog owner. Quelle horreur! 


I don't usually take photos of food but this year, unfortunately, my friend Janet is not with us. I promised to share some of our meals with her so I'm learning about food photography.

Christina is glad that we decided not to share our croques.

We've had more restaurant meals than usual. It's a good thing that we walked 12 kilometres although I'm not sure that my feet would agree!


  1. Delightful. Always a pleasure to explore the streets and nooks and crannies of a city other than one’s own.

    1. I just love to enjoy "pretend homes". There is so much to see in the non-tourist areas.

  2. Oh my goodness, your daughter even looks French, like she should be in a charming French movie! I love seeing pictures of your meals out and all of that walking would surely balance out any calories consumed. It would be so much fun to follow along to the vintage shops with you but I imagine my favorite thing to do while there would be to people watch as you did on a Saturday where you are staying.

    1. People watching is so much fun. I've spotted the same couple at the bus-stop two days in a row. We had a chat with a couple in a tiny French restaurant. I told Christina that she is looking very French these days. No one suspects that she is a tourist. We got a free map of vintage shops so we're going to make our own tour with a Canadian friend.


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