I started my day as I would start every day if it were up to me. At a market. And in particular, Marche des Enfants Rouges, the oldest covered market it Paris. Is it bad that this was almost more exciting than Notre Dame or the Eiffel Tower (which to me is much more enchanting when you see it peaking over rooftops or trees than in full body shot view). Two hours, a hundred pictures and some food from My People later, I was wandering around Le Marais looking for a Picasso Museum that had been closed for 2 years for restoration. Ooops. But by happenstance, came across rue de Rosiers, the heart of the Jewish neighborhood. I went into a real Jewish bakery, heard an amazing men's choir through the windows of a synagogue, and bought a couple vintage dresses from some super adorable old man in a resale shop--ones that I was only able to try on once I got back to my hotel and ones that subsequently will never see the light of day. On me at least.
Tonight I headed across the Seine to the the Ile St. Loise for salted caramel ice cream (yeah you heard me) and a cheese plate at some brasserie on the water. Because I couldn't understand anything else on the menu. Crossed back over the bridge to find a wine AND cheese festival along the banks of the river. How did I not see or hear this before! I could have been eating my cheese with my feet hanging over the Seine. C'est le vie. Maybe tomorrow.
Also by happenstance, on my way back to my hotel, after meandering through hoards of teenagers swigging champagne along the Seine, I found the restaurant I feel in love with in the New York Times article a while back. It made me melt when I saw the picture. It made me melt when I stood in front of it, taking my own. I can't wait to come back here for dinner next time I'm in Paris. It's kind of place you want to share with someone.
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