There are moments when I feel compelled to go sightseeing so I’ll have something to report in my blog, but so far I’ve overcome that urge.
On Sunday after Saturday night’s party, I stood in line with everyone else at the Kayser boulangerie for a baguette and croissants, then read and took a nap after breakfast.
Along about noon, it occurred to me that if I were going to cook dinner for Kathy, Charley and Kelly that evening, I’d better get out shopping tout de suite before all the shopkeepers closed up for Sunday lunch.
It was a great time to go out, because there were so many people around, some obviously just returning from Palm Sunday services, all dressed up and carrying their greenery, others just on their way to lunch or food shopping like me. I don’t have a fashionista bone in my body, but I love to watch how Parisians dress, from the tiny old couples carefully and elegantly dressed in nicely made woolen suits as they totter down the street propping one another up, to the younger girls wearing very slim pants or jeans, high boots, and coats belted at the waist and flaring over their hips. They look like elves.
And everyone, including us, is wearing some sort of scarf wrapped around our neck to keep out the cold. Most Parisiennes seem to be wearing black, gray and other subdued colors this year.
A friend emailed me last week and asked about the going price these days for a café au lait in Paris. I haven’t seen café au lait on a menu anywhere, but café crème seems to range from 3.25€ euro to 4.50€. It appears to me that geography has more to do with the price than quality. I paid more for a really mediocre café crème in the café that overlooks Place Maubert than I did this delicious and over-the-top cappuccino out in the 12th.
