Our street
We had a small apartment on a narrow side street. At the end of the street is the Seine and Notre Dame.
Next door to our blocks front entrance is an Indian/Pakistani eatery with beautifully starched table cloths, across the street is a Lebanese cafe, just around the corner is a Vietnamese eatery.
2 doors up is a bar and toward the Seine are 3 french eateries.
On the corner of St Michel is a triangle of park with a fountain and flowers in bloom. Cross St Michel B and you are at a corner of food shops fronting a small square. A Fromager next a Boucherie, Rotisserie (where cooking potatoes sit in the tray where the chicken fat drips) next a Charcuterie then a poissonerie not forgetting the patisserie and wine shops as well as fruit and veg. All are small and the service is personal and polite by people wearing aprons who know their produce. In the afternoons a market sets up in front of the shops. A mix of clothes jewellery and more food. One only sold duck products. We bought the sample bag that had 5 70g tins of pate, rillettes or terrines. How I miss the broadway shopping.
Our last evening meal is at Beauchamps at the river end of the street. Kate's sister Kerry joins us and we sit outside on warm evening.
The owner is a smiling ball of energy. He introduces us to our waiter a charming young man with better English than our French. The meal is a great example of good food served in an honest way by people who enjoy what they are doing. Every now and then the owner steps on to the road to have a smoke and look back over his domain and he is always smiling.
And that has pretty much been our Paris experience. We have had one or two grumps but it has been a great surprise to see the lack of "french attitude".
Grace is anxious to return (or not leave), Max is participating especially with language and taking the bills in to the waiter. Both want to return to conquer the Metro amusement ride.
Max is getting anxious that the cats may not beat Collingwood. We'll find out in Spain
Next door to our blocks front entrance is an Indian/Pakistani eatery with beautifully starched table cloths, across the street is a Lebanese cafe, just around the corner is a Vietnamese eatery.
2 doors up is a bar and toward the Seine are 3 french eateries.
Our last evening meal is at Beauchamps at the river end of the street. Kate's sister Kerry joins us and we sit outside on warm evening.
The owner is a smiling ball of energy. He introduces us to our waiter a charming young man with better English than our French. The meal is a great example of good food served in an honest way by people who enjoy what they are doing. Every now and then the owner steps on to the road to have a smoke and look back over his domain and he is always smiling.
And that has pretty much been our Paris experience. We have had one or two grumps but it has been a great surprise to see the lack of "french attitude".
Grace is anxious to return (or not leave), Max is participating especially with language and taking the bills in to the waiter. Both want to return to conquer the Metro amusement ride.
Max is getting anxious that the cats may not beat Collingwood. We'll find out in Spain
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