Paris, I hate you!
This morning we woke up, the sun went into hiding. and it seemed that you were back to your usual grey.
We went to Sainte-Chapelle. Its towering stained glass windows were so beautiful, that one could almost imagine what it looks like when the sun shines through.
But, the clouds were thick and lights feeble.
We popped into Galeries Lafayette, not to shop
But to check out its astonishing glass dome in art nouveau style.
We even saw a panoramic view of the city from its rooftop terrace
including the opera house that we visited on our first night back from Normandy.
Sadly, the acclaimed Mont-Blanc and hot chocolate, that I so looked forward to, in Angelina, did not live up to its fame.
It was overwhelmingly sweet and not enough chestnut flavor.
The day before we left Paris, we finally adjusted to the French lunch hour and had lovely galettes at the Breizh Café on Rue Vieille du Temple.
In Brittany (Cancale to be specific), we once dined at the Michelin-Starred La Table Breizh Café helmed by a Japanese chef. We were delighted to find out that this is their sister restaurant.
After lunch, we decided to go separate ways – my friend to the nearby Marché des Enfants Rouges, while I resolved to spend the afternoon in the Picasso Museum. I was warned upfront that this was not the best day to visit the museum as several rooms were closed for an upcoming exhibition. I paid the reduced fee and stepped inside.
The museum seemed a little disorganized, with scant paintings and sculptures here and there.
But I was able to catch some portraits of Dora Maar
The distinguished Bathers with Crab
Some without a name tag
Others – studies and sketchies
The Goat that’s made of Wicker-basket, ceramic pots, palm leaf, metal, wood, cardboard, and plaster.
A Little Girl Skipping that’s also made with a basket, a cake mould and a pair of women’s shoes.
Picasso’s collection of paintings by Joan Miró, including the Spanish artist’s self-portrait
And Henri Matisse.
I left the museum right before closing time. It was an afternoon well-spent.
With our departure looming in the horizon, we weren’t in the mood for a sumptuous meal. So we simply walked to the little “tapas” bar we passed everyday on our way to Boulevard Saint-Germain, and ordered off the cards hanging from the ceiling.
The food was simple and delicious!
Only seeing all the locals on their nights out made me feel a tad melancholy. I really wished we could stay.
The day of our departure turned out to be beautiful. Before heading to the airport, my friend went to grab her morning coffee at the McDonald’s right across the street from the Luxembourg Gardens.
I told her that I would wait for her in the garden, for which she replied that she was afraid that I might just disappear.
She had a point…I thought…staring at the mouthwatering pastry displays at Dalloyau
Getting mini-quiche to eat in flight and their prestigious Opéra cake to take back home.
This cake was invented in 1955 by Cyriaque Gavillon from Dalloyau. He wanted to create a new cake shape with visible layers and for which only one bite would give the whole cake’s taste. It is his spouse, Andrée Gavillon, that named it “Opéra” in tribute to the auditorium of the Palais Garnier. The Opera is a rectangular cake composed of three thin layers of almond sponge cake soaked in coffee syrup, alternating between layers of coffee butter cream and chocolate glaze topped with ganache.
Later at the Charles de Gaulle, our terminal was shutdown due to an unattended luggage. Among anxious passengers eager to get on their planes, I remained calm and casually mentioned that, if anything we could always turn around and go back to Paris. Oh well, the issue did get resolved quickly and soon we were on our way back to the States.
Goodbye Paris, I love you!
This concludes our spring trip to France. All reports from this trip can be found here.
Coming up next in the Travel section: A Walk in the Swiss Alps.