Sunday, May 25
Joyeux fête de mere! And CONGRATULATIONS VAL!!! Sunday I made crepes for breakfast (evidemment, pas comme dans la crèperie) and then went over to Killian’s. We went on a run together along the
La butte aux Cailles means the “Hill of quails” but Cailles is also the name of the man who bought the land a long time ago so presumably it is named after him and not to an abundance of foul that formerly inhabited the hill. It is a quiet quartier, and very residential – not many tourists here. We got off the metro near un boulangerie et patisserie (bakery and pastry shop - they are ALL OVER and probably Paris' best attribute - no lie):
And then walked up the hill. Our first stop was in this apartment building:
How cute is that? It opens to a central courtyard:
There are multiple places in this quartier where I would love to live. This is one.
A little later, I was taking a picture of a crèperie when Inde:
Told me to look up at this:
Inde works at the bar she is standing in front of. Killian and I spoke with her and her friend from the bar a couple over, Radu:
Ils sont très gentils, et Radu nous a demandé de retourner pour practiquer notre francais et pour lui de practiquer son anglais (They are really nice, and Radu asked us to come back, so we can work on our French and he can work on his English).
Next, we visited this POOL (obviously the best part of the trip).
It was built around 1900, and is in an art nouveau style… Malheureusement, we were not allowed to photograph the interior, so I can’t show you what that was like.
Continuing on our way, we came to and entered the Eglise Sainte Anne:
Vraiment belle, n’est-ce pas? Pretty much partout (everywhere), when a shop is closed, there is a gate that comes down over the window. Most are just plain, but this bakery was more creative:
Ok so here is the place I really want to live: the Cité Florale.
It’s a little neighborhood filled with plants, where all the streets are named after flowers. It was beautiful, and the air was completely parfumed. Magnifique.
We finished in a park that, while beautiful, pretty much looked like a park so, as adding pictures is the most emmerdant part of writing an entry, I won’t bother to add one. I also won’t exactly define emmerdant, but “merde,” in the middle, means shit, so you can guess the rest…
We’re about to eat dinner now. We eat dinner with my host family each Tuesday, and today Catherine would not let me help her prepare it because on fait une fête pour mon anniversaire (we are celebrating my birthday. Elle m’a fait un gateau – miam!) Hopefully soon I will catch up to the current day.
A très bientot!