Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Out and About

Big exploring day today!  First we thought we would try to find this flower market near Ternes that is referenced in David Lebovitz's "The Sweet Life in Paris."  One of my goals is visit at least a majority of places he recommends in that book - especially since almost all of them involve eating delicious things.

However, the flower market could not be found.  On the up side, we found a store that sells coffee brewed   (what I meant to say was that the coffee beans are roasted) on the premises.




This was our view on the way to the non-existent flower market. Good morning Arc de Triomphe!

So we then decided we would walk from Ternes to Mr. Oil's work, because, why not. Also because I figure the more walking I do, the more pastry I can eat. And cheese. Especially cheese.

 For instance, pastry like this makes walking totally worthwhile. And then we decided to find this place Patisserie des Reves that, to be honest, we have no idea how we heard about. Possibly from another blog. All we know is that it sounded awesome.



We were very happy to have made this pilgrimage. Although we are saving our treats for tonight.  It was definitely the coolest patisserie we've been to.  Everything was behind glass, and we couldn't even figure out how to get to the scrumptious-looking delights.  The shop girl had to show us how to open the case.

We made our way down to Trocadero, where Baby Oil and I got our first real views of the Eiffel Tower. Mr. Oil sees it every day at work, but he still thought it was cool too.

And this is Mr. Oil's place of employment, and you can see how they see the Eiffel Tower all day long.


By this time we were starving and we sat down to a very nice lunch.  Although I did choose to be amused by some of the English translations on the English menu they gave me (no idea why they thought I would need this!).


The line about "the beff paving like "before" was my favorite. I know its not nice to make fun of someone's attempts to speak or write English, particularly since I know my French is atrocious, but I guess sometimes I'm not that nice.

Baby and I decided it would be fun to complete the walk by trekking the 4 kilometers home.  About 2/3 of the way through, I realized this was a stupid plan, my feet hurt, and I was exhausted.  But I was too stubborn to figure out how to use public transportation.  So we're walking along up Rue George V, which is very shee-shee (no idea how you are supposed to spell that) with Louis Vuitton, Hermes, Bulgari, etc.  Baby Oil is in the stroller waving his Sophie the Giraffe, and when we got to the top of the street where it intersects with the Champs-Elysees, I realized that Sophie had disappeared.  Perhaps I was distracted looking at the Hermes window display but I did not see Baby Oil toss his best friend to the gutter.  So I walked all the way back down the street. No dice - no giraffe. Uh-oh - Baby Oil LOVES this giraffe. It is seriously his best friend.  I mean, I knew he would forget about its existence in about 7 minutes but it is a good toy.

Shortly after turning around again to head home sans giraffe, a nicely dressed gentleman came up to me and said, "Blah blah blah blah [French] giraffe?"  I said, "Giraffe!!"  He said, "Blah blah blah blah [French]."  I knew I was close to finding that giraffe but I had no idea what he was saying.  Through some energetic gesticulation, I ultimately determined that the street sweeper guy had the giraffe. I ran to the next block and approached him, saying, "Pardon, monsieur" (I am pretty sure that nobody ever speaks to the street sweeper guy because he seemed utterly shocked that I was talking to him - also, I am telling you that I said this to prove that I can say things in French other than "giraffe").  Then I said, "Giraffe? Giraffe? Giraffe?"  And he pulled out Sophie!  Operation Rescue Sophie was officially a success.

My feet still hurt and I'm still exhausted, but man do I feel a sense of satisfaction that I found that giraffe.

1 comment:

  1. Wait, shouldn't you have started your conversation with the street sweeper by saying "Bonjour"? ;) I guess what you went with was close enough.

    If you haven't gone up to the top of the Eiffel Tower I highly recommend it, despite the touristy feel and large crowds. It's truly a majestic structure and something you have to do at least once. Maybe wait until you have visitors that want to go too.

    Also, I remember the hot chocolate at Cafe Angelina near the Louvre like it was yesterday. Worth the walk.

    Finally, if you haven't read it already, I insist you buy Adam Gopnik's "Paris to the Moon," it's perfect for your situation.

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