A day when the most "Easterly" thing we did was listen to the bells of Notre Dame, not that we had a choice! They were silent on Friday and until 10 pm Saturday. After hearing them every day for two weeks, I really noticed their absence.
It seems to be getting colder every day (have we somehow landed in November?), so I put on as many layers of clothes as I could stand and we ventured out to find out if there would be a street band playing Django Reinhardt music in Place des Vosges, something Frank has found and enjoyed on Sundays on previous trips.
We rode the bus over, then walked around the Marais window shopping a bit after discovering that there was no band, just lots of street artists, in Place des Vosges. When we finally started walking back toward Île Saint-Louis and our apartment, we happened upon an Italian epicerie/cafe (Fuxia L’Epicerie) for a great late lunch, our first Italian food of the trip.
All the tourist junk shops have pulled out their winter merchandise again, so I was able to find a black knit cap that keeps my head nice and warm. Unfortunately, it looks absolutely awful and completely ruins my hair, not that there's much ruining left to do after a few hours of wind and rain!