|l'automne (almost) in Paris|
I consulted Google maps and found that it was only about 3 kilometres along Boulevard Raspail.
The Boulevard Raspail used to be called Le Boulevard d'Enfer (the Boulevard of Hell). In the 14th, it links up with Denfert-Rochereau a very large and confusing square. My morning stroll passed without incident and I soon reached my destination.
|The windows in the 6th are gorgeous.|
I'm not really shopping in Paris. I've already bought a couple of items of clothing and I've sent some small gifts home with daughter but I love to look. I make my way to Les Jardins de Luxembourg where I find myself a chair.
|a place to read in Paris|
|a brand new (reopened at a different site) bookstore run by a woman from Hornby Island|
The Red Wheelbarrow opened last week on Rue de Medici. The owner, Penelope Fletcher operated a bookstore in the Marais and has just reopened after several years. The shop is new, the collection
well curated and the owner friendly. When I remarked on the Mavis Gallant book in the window, she told me that the author had been a personal friend. I bought a book by MFK Fisher, a sometimes American expatriate and a sometimes Napa Valley dweller.
|A poster informs me that there is a new exposition of caricatures of Victor Hugo at the Place des Vosges|
|There's also a production of Madame Bovary.|
I wander off the main street to the Rue Cujas where distinguished-looking older men (probably in their 70's) are dining in a Corsican restaurant. I decide to try the roasted summer vegetable lasagne with a glass of house red wine.
|photo from YELP|