“Open every Sunday.” Just one of the many reasons to love Paris.
I woke early enough to spot Jupiter or perhaps Mars outside the window, a little before dawn. Tony cautiously asked, “How are you feeling?” My head felt like the size of the Hindenburg, but the rest of me felt human. Four cups of tea and some remaining Bûche de Noël later (Hey, feed a cold and starve a fever, right?) and we were all cheerily bundled and heading to the Festival du Merveilluex.
Just as they have done for the past 16 years, the “children” woke at 0500 to see what Santa had brought.
Christmas Eve. There is always something to do in Paris that has not been done before.
While chatting with a friend in late autumn we mutually discovered that her visiting family was looking for a place to stay over Christmas, while we were looking for someplace to travel for the holiday. The plan was born.
They also have a pretty Christmas tree is their stained glass-domed atrium. (And strategically placed coffee bars for the husbands to relax in while their wives shop.) Reminds me of the old Marshall Field’s in Chicago.
Paris Metro seating is chic, be it the purple plastic at Opera (I think?) or minimalist acrylic at Louvre-Rivoli.
…and keep the old, even if the friend is on an extended midday pause. Whenever I am in Paris I seek the tonic that is the hallowed, creaky, wooden floors of Julia Child’s favorite kitchen store. But not this time.
Paris without an agenda means there is time to appreciate beautiful scenes.
Place des Vosges
No introduction necessary for this cathedral celebrating its 850th year
A modest man in the Musee Cluny
Along Boulevard Saint Germain
Time spent making a decision is time well spent in Paris, be it for wine or tea.
Eventually, though, one has to make their way home each evening…
Classic restored 18th century building, steps from the Pompidou Center. Literally.
The afternoon light fading, what better way to spend a December evening in Paris than with the half-million other visitors at the Paris Village de Nöel, along the famed L’avenue des Champs- Élysées.
Oh. My. Goodness. If ever Munich’s Oktoberfest, America’s Infomercial Channel, and the Wiener Kristkindlmarkt were to have a love child, it would be the Paris Village de Nöel.
Our walk through the lighted and loud 200+ stalls began pleasantly enough…
As well as a dessert cheese (Saint Marcellin) so luscious I brought one home for breakfast in the morning.
Furry with Flip-Flops.
For a moment I thought Macy’s had opened a store in Montmartre.
Could easily be mistaken for an El station in The Loop.
Hotel de Ville
View from Petit Pont
Chocolates displayed like fine jewelry. As they should be.