dimanche 22 avril 2012
upon one day before departure ... tales of the baguette rescues
Suitcases are being packed, gifts are being sorted and stashed for 3400 miles of safe-keeping... last day vacation plans are underway. The lovely upstairs neighbor, Claude, who rescued us last night when I forgot the key to our apartment delivered us croissants & a baguette this morning for breakfast (don't ever believe what some Americans say about the French being rude to strangers). He was probably returning from voting -- which is happening in the school right across the street from the apartment. It has been interesting to see the "get out the vote" campaign here.
The other night, three of us went out on a journey to see the Arc de Triomphe and get to the top of the Eiffel Tower. We left our apartment at approximately 6:30 PM. We walked along the Sein -- happy for no rain and a lovely after dinner stroll past the Louvre through the Tulleries. Many hours later, after the very top, the Arc, some shopping -- on our blistered feet and sore legs we made our way back -- we had to get a cab. When we got back to our little island -- everything was closed and this presented a problem for some very hungry folks who had nothing left in the kitchen at home. We ran to St. Regis to look for Jean-Pierre, surely he could provide us with something from the kitchen -- thankfully he was working -- but no the kitchen was closed. A baguette? YES. Our legs felt instantly revived as we ran down our dark street -- a free baguette in hand, soft butter waiting at home. Such simplicity brings such joy here.
We've just run back up here. In order to sample the macarons (unbelievable I let out a small yelp upon one touching my tongue), more marshmallows (saffron, chocolate & pepper, chocolate & coconut).
Yes. A saffron marshmallow.
I'll let you ponder that for a bit.