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More From The Weekend

Don’t worry- I promise not to go on any more about our boss seats at the French Open Women’s Finals on Saturday or that you might have seen us on TV sitting right behind Serena. Not another word.

If you come to Paris this summer you shouldn’t miss the Berges de Seine, which I have featured here several times. We love to walk down to this re-vitalized and pedestrianized bank of the river between Pont d’Alma and the Musée d’Orsay. Lucky for us it’s not too far to walk carrying a picnic or just a bottle of wine, as we did on Saturday evening. The sun is not setting here until close to 10:00, which allows plenty of time to enjoy the surroundings, the wine, and the sunset.


Hey- didn’t I see you on TV earlier today?







The Petit Palais was aglow when we passed it on our way home.


Sunday afternoon Mark had to go to the office and I wandered around the Marais a bit. While many parts of Paris are closed on Sundays, the Marais is reliably hopping.

I was reminded that we are well into tourist season here in Paris. The streets were thronged with happy travelers, and the lines for falafel and gelato were staggering.


The Place de Vosges was as crowded as I have ever seen it.


I wandered off a main street and found this quiet spot.


This lovely place, the Hôtel-de-Sens, was built from 1475-1519.





A few other random things caught my eye.





pomengranate juice, anyone?

pomegranate juice, anyone?

And finally, this group had attracted a nice crowd on a shady corner.

Do wop, do wop.


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Marais Me

I always love exploring the Marais, so when I needed to pick a place for lunch with a friend, I chose one in the Marais, and then made sure I had time before and after for wandering the curly, narrow streets.

I had heard about an interesting market in the Marais called Le Marche Des Enfants Rouges, which translates as the Market of the Red Children.  And why that name, pray tell?  Well, this  covered market was built in 1615, on the site of a former orphanage whose children wore red uniforms.  Kind of sweet, right?  The market is the oldest covered market in Paris, and was really fun to explore.  I was regretting that I had lunch plans, because the air was redolent with the aromas of foods being prepared by vendors in the market.  There was a colorful Moroccan stand, an African stand, an Italian counter, crepes and sandwiches that smelled amazing, and at least one Asian vendor.  They even had colorful tables where one could sit and enjoy the delicacies being offered.  Next time I’ll know to go for a meal.  I felt a bit awkward about taking photos, as it all felt very confined, as if I were in an enclosed store, and I wasn’t sure I should snap away.  Here are a few shots.

The entrance to the market- I think I passed it by at least twice!

From the market, I meandered toward my lunch spot.

This owl was actually a very expensive bag!

I met my friend at a really cute place called Le Loir dans la Theiere.  Pie was involved.

Afterwards I couldn’t go home without strolling around the ever-so-civilized Place des Vosges.

I got there by going through the garden of the Hotel de Sully.  Because why would you go any other way?

Hotel de Sully

Through an arch and there you are in a corner of the Place de Vosges!

One last look over my shoulder before heading home.

And after that wonderful outing to the Marais, I went home.  Where I did NOT cook dinner.  Did you see the size of that piece of pie I ate?

Livin’ large and lovin’ life, my friends!  Emphasis on the “large” part.


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C’est moi

I told you they were coming to see me!

Bonjour, my loyal friends!  Did I mention my parents were coming???  Sawyer and I were so happy to see new people we almost couldn’t stand it.  I was getting pretty sick of me, and I think the dog was, too.  And poor Martha was really tired of  Sawyer and me jumping up to lick her face when she walked in the door from school.  Mom and Dad were pretty stoked to see us, as well, even if Mom doesn’t look like it in the above photo.  Blame it on jet lag- this was the afternoon of their arrival and we were schlepping around Sacre Coeur in the drizzle.  I was the only one of the four of us (Mark was the photographer) who wasn’t jet lagged, and it kind of reminded me of being the  only sober one at a party. Or, what I would think that would be like.  I would much rather be drunk than jet lagged, though.  Wait, where was I going with this?  Oh yeah- they were all bleary eyed and yawning and occasionally babbling nonsense, and after awhile I started feeling like I had just stayed up all night, too.  Weird.
They arrived over a week ago and we have been movin’ and shakin’ and covering some ground.  This morning they boarded the fast train to Avignon for a few days, and I came home to play catch up.  I guess I am not a very good multi-tasker, because the housework, French studying, grocery shopping, and oh yeah- BLOGGING- have gone to s*it since I have been wearing my hostess cap.  I really intended to make a bigger dent cleaning up this joint today , but Mark just left me a message that I needed to update my blog, so I guess the dog hair and general disarray can wait.  I think Mark is worried that you guys will all abandon me and start reading a blog about tennis or life on an Oklahoma cattle ranch or something  (right- like THAT would ever happen ) and then I would be all depressed and weepy and he would feel like he had to buy me something and it would all go downhill from  there.  So you can thank him for today’s post (or blame him, depending on how this post turns out).
Amazingly, the Sunday they arrived was the only drizzly day we have had so far.  Monday morning they woke refreshed and we took a self-guided walking tour in the Marais.  We found ourselves in the very chi-chi Place de Vosges, which was built by Henry IV in 1608 and called the Place Royal.  This was Paris’ first square, and was the site of duels and tournaments.  It is lined by nine symmetrical houses on each side, with slate roofs and dormer windows over arcades,  and is gorgeous. Henry IV lived here, as did Victor Hugo (but not at the same time). The Place Royal was the home of the aristocracy and is still very prestigious real estate.  You may have heard of one of today’s residents- Dominique Strauss-Kahn?  Well, I think that’s where he lives, anyway.  My French teacher told me he did, but she may have said he once dated several  women who lived there.  Never really sure how much of what she says I am  understanding, but I smile and nod and say “oui” a lot, and it seems to work.

Rows of trees line the outside of the green area of the Place de Vosges.

love the curved light fixtures- so elegant

This photo (below)  shows the beautiful underside of the arcades, which are lined with cafes and shops, but nothing
very exciting.
This photo reminds me that we ate lunch at a cafe under this arcade, and the people next to us were eating blood sausage that was almost black.  There was also a woman eating a bowl of what appeared to be raw hamburger meat with a sprinkling of vegetables on top.  Whew- and I thought I was making great strides in learning to eat olives here.  This is going to be harder than I thought.
Never leave me, friends, even when I get distracted with other things or quote completely inaccurate facts.  There is an abundance of blogs that give really good historical background on Parisian sites.  This is not one of them.
I’m not sending my parents back to Texas until it quits getting to 100 degrees in Austin.  Hear that, Texas?


Filed under family, Paris outings, Place de Vosges, Uncategorized