We easily got to Schipol early this morning, catching the bus around the corner and then the quick train from Centraal station. Dan met up with his group to head off on their bike adventure, and then Larry and I got on the train to Paris. It was particularly interesting seeing the Dutch countryside after all those Rembrandt etchings yesterday. The landscape is so strongly centered on sky, grass and sea, punctuated by occasional buildings. Even hundreds of years later, you can see the essence of what he was seeing.
So, Paris! We got on the #38 bus at Gard du Nord, and rode across the city and down into Montparnasse. Our apartment is just off rue General LeClerc, a lively shopping street. The apartment is very well equipped, comfortable, and has important features like wifi, a washer/dryer, fan, loads of interesting books, and triple-glazed windows to block out noise.
We walked the neighborhood, getting some beautiful mushrooms, figs, lettuce, a baguette and other groceries at the rue Daguerre market street. Lot of great shops, a crepe place, cafes, and a nice neighborhood vibe. I like this very laidback area. Not as lovely as other areas of Paris, with nothing to see except the cemetary and catacombs (unless you want to eat where Henry Miller did while writing Tropic of Cancer) but easy to be in, and less expensive. There are some great looking restaurants here I found in the new Pudlo Paris. The only tourists you see are people who got lost trying to find the Catacombes up the street. Many years ago we stayed at a hotel down the block at Alesia with some friends. I bought my first maternity dress around the corner on Rue Alesia, and I'm sending that baby off to college next year.
I have a baguette, figs and cheese, sauteed the mushrooms, and Larry's making a salad. And a nice bottle of Bandol rose.