7 January 2010 (!); 12:30 am
75019 Paris
Please note: I really did write most of this blog on 7 January. It has taken me over a week to actually post it because it is remarkably difficult to get pictures up and formatted in any semblance of order. My apologies for 1) any spelling/grammatical errors that I missed in the rush to finally get this up; 2) any formatting issues, as I continued to be mystified as to why the formatting sometimes turns out as bizzare as it does. One can only do so much when technology is misbehaving….. I HATE technology at times. Rather frustrating when you spend so much time working on a thing and it fails because of technical glitches. Please forgive the formatting mess that is this blog. Hopefully the stories come through.
Over two weeks have past since I have had the energy to sit down and write in the evening. Two weeks that have seen visits first from my parents and Mara, who were then closely followed by Jason’s parents. For Christmas, Jason and I gave our respective parents custom-designed guided tours of Paris….. provided by (who else?) ourselves. The two of us enjoyed the hours spent carefully designing the itinerary for each of our families’ visits, which included the standard “things to see and places to go,” augmented by more minute details like color-coded metro directions, museum hours and ticket prices, and even dining options. It is a wonderful thing to be able to share a place one has come to know and love with the people that one loves.
At the same time, both Jason and I have discovered that playing tour guide can be surprisingly exhausting! The Smith family arrived in Paris the day after Christmas and departed four days later. The Hansen family was to arrive on New Years Day. Thus, Jason and my single day of rest between families happened to fall on New Years Eve. Drained of all energy by a week of showing my family Paris and in no mood to brave the raucous crowds and sub-zero (Celsius) weather, we found ourselves quite contented to stay in, watch My Fair Lady, and relax. However, we realized that we *were* in *Paris* and it was *New Years Eve*….. so, feeling compelled to do *something* special, we did wander out around 11:00 to Pont Neuf to see if we could get a glimpse of the fireworks at the Eiffel Tower through the fog, while still remaining at a distance to avoid the crowds. We saw no real fireworks to speak of, though I understand there was a magnificent light show if you were on the other side of the tower to see it. No matter. We saw the tower sparkle hazily, got our own personal fireworks show put on by the armatures across the bridge (fireworks are apparently legal in Paris. Yikes!), and we kissed at midnight—when in Paris, do as the Parisians :-) Then we hopped the metro back home to nibble on some left over Christmas cookies from our trip to Strasbourg and to sip hot cocoa to warm us up before crawling into bed to get at least a bit of rest before the next tour session.
The view from Pont Neuf. You should be able to see the Eiffel Tower in the center of this picture.....if it wasn't so cloudy
Now you can barely see the Eiffel Tower as it sparkles
Pont Neuf with the amateur fireworks show across the bridge
Midnight kiss :-)
Jason’s parents arrived the next afternoon and the grand Parisian tour part deux began. Despite the lingering exhaustion from the Smith-family tour, I found that I still quite enjoyed delivering my little spiels on important historical and cultural landmarks as well as little practical tidbits about day-to-day living in Paris. Perhaps I’ll pursue my true vocation as tour guide “when I grow up.” :-)
The Hansens leave for Minnesota tomorrow morning and we will settle back into our regular routines again: research and music work during the days, punctuated by grocery shopping expeditions, a trip to a boulangerie, American Church pizza nights and Thurber Thursdays, evenings spent cooking dinner together, a Friday night visit to the Louvre on a whim…..
Below you’ll find your own abridged version of the Smith-Hansen tours of Paris, designed and delivered by Jason Hansen and Alise Smith. Back to normal blogging after today.
Note: S=part of the Smith tour; H=part of the Hansen tour; S and H=part of both tours. Jason and I got a healthy dose of déjà vu giving these tours :-)
SITES SEEN
Eiffel Tower (S and H): Perhaps the most recognizable icon of Paris, and, indeed of France as a whole. Its almost a rite of passage for visitors to ride make the elevator to the top, though if you’ve done it once you frankly don’t feel the need to it again. But the tower itself still exacts a powerful fascination even when the site of the tower has become commonplace after four month’s living in Paris. The below pictures were taken while the Smiths were visiting, during which time there was a special nightly light show in honor of the 120th anniversary of the construction of the Eiffel Tower for the World Expo of 1889.
Tour Eiffel decked out in the colors of the French Tri-color
Tour Eiffel in rainbow colors
Cité d’architecture et du patrimoine (S): A newly renovated museum that contains casts of architectural wonders from across France. It originated in the 1800s as a project of Viloet-le-Duc, the same man who restored Notre Dame. Visually stunning and first-rate in terms of museography.
Photo Caption: I especially love how they have designed the museum so that the casts serve as the doorways from room to room.
I especially love how they have designed the museum so that the casts serve as the doorways from room to room
Montmartre (S and H): A hill in northern Paris, that constitutes a little world unto itself. For each family I basically retraced the steps of a walking tour Jason and I had taken earlier in the year. Below are pictures of the stops on my modified tour, with brief summaries of their significance.
The Moulin Rouge. Famous (and notorious) cabaret in Paris' old red light district.
Blanche Metro. This is a crummy picture, but the stop showcases the art nouveau signs that characterize many metro entrances. The Paris Metro is absolutely wonderful.
The 2001 movie Amelie was partially filmed in this café on rue LePic. If you haven't seen the film, I highly recommend you go out and rent it. It's an absolutely gorgeous film that shows Paris as it ought to be and look all the time :-)
Vincent Van Gogh lived in this house with his brother while he was down-and-out during his short sojourn in Paris.
You will find plaques such as this one the outer walls of schools throughout Paris. They are hung in memory of the Jewish children of the various arrondissements of Paris deported during the Holocaust.
One of the two windmills remaining on Montmartre. The other is the "Moulin de la Galette," made famous by Renoir's painting of the same name. Today this windmill sits atop a café by.....the same name.
This is writer Marcel Ayme walking through a wall. Ayme, who once lived on Montmartre, penned a short story about a man who had an affair with the woman next door by walking through the wall.....until his wife caught him in the wall mid-stride. So, someone thought it would be humorous to construct a statue of the writer in the same pose. Legend has it that if you rub his hand you will have good luck.
Bust of the famous French singer Dalida. Apparently she was quite the star.
Picturesque view of Sacre Coeur. Montmartre maintains a kind of village feel even though it was incorporated into Paris proper over 150 years ago.
Famous Montmartre café that was the former home of artist Maurice Utrillo. Many artists have congregated in Montmartre over the years, but Utrillo possesses the distinction of having been born there.
The only remaining vineyard on Montmartre. They still use the grapes to make wine, but they say it isn't actually very good.....
Le Lapin Agile, another of Montmartre's cabarets. Frequented by the likes of Picasso. It's name comes from the painting of the dancing rabbit above the door.
One of the windows from St. Pierre de Montmartre. Some of my favorite stained glass in all of Paris, most of which deal with the life of Peter. This particular example depicts the story of Christ walking on water.
Place du Tertre. A traditional gathering place of artists, you will always finds artists selling (and creating) their wares at this square near Sacre Coeur.
Sacre Coeur itself. A giant white basilica built in the wake of the Franco-Prussian War, which France lost spectacularly to Prussia. A kind of public sign of contrition for the wrongs the French believed they must have done to lose the war. People tend to have strong opinions of this church. Either you think it's gorgeous or you think it's an abominable eyesore. I think it's kind of nice myself, but then again I tend to like byzantine architecture in general.
Opera Garnier (S and H): Built in the mid-1800s on the orders of Louis Napoleon, grandson of *the* Napoleon. Incredibly grandiose. Some people think it’s gaudy, but in my opinion, it is ostentatious without out quite stepping over the line. This is the setting of the Phantom of the Opera.
Exterior
Mom, Mara, Jason and I attempting to take a cool picture inside the opera.
Interior. A fitting setting for the Phantom of the Opera, I think.
My personal favorite: the ceiling of the main theatre painted by Marc Chagall, compete with giant chandelier.
The opera had a fascinating temporary exhibition on the Russian Ballet, which included costumes designed by Picasso for the ballet, Parade.
Also in the Russian Ballet exhibit we found costumes from Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. Magnifique!
Jason and I thoroughly enjoyed our second visit to the opera, especially having discovered the new Russian Ballet exhibit.....
....but the jet lag was starting to set in for Mom and Mara.....Paris is sooooo fun.....
Galaries Lafayette (S and H): One of the main department stores in Paris.
Mom and Mara got to see the Christmas window dispalys. The themes this year seemed to be wacky gingerbread-men and scenes form a Russian pipe dream.
Jason took his parents to the roof of the store to get this lovely view of Paris. One of the few panoramic views of the city where you can avoid the sight of the single skyscraper that sticks out like a sore thumb (literally and figuratively) above everything else. The dreadful Tour Montparnasse.
Louvre (H): Needs no introduction, I think. One of the most famous art museums in the world. A reputation well-deserved.
The Louvre taken at an earlier date.
The Mona Lisa, also taken at an earlier date.
Tuileries (S and H): I also have no photos from the Tuileries this time around. These manicured gardens adjacent to the Louvre used to be the home of the Tuileries palace before it was burnt down by the retreating Communards in the late 1800s. I’d put an older pic up, but the blog is being difficult and will not let me put any more pictures up for this post.
Musée de l’Orangerie (S and H): One of the most remarkable, if less famous, museums in Paris. Built to house Monet’s waterlilies. Also contains an interesting collection of post-impressionists in the basement.
The exhibit space for the waterlilies.
A waterlily. Fascinating to examine them up close. You can see very color, every flurried brushstroke.
Cezanne. One of my favorite post-impressionists.
Matisse. A room of one's own?
Jason and the waterlilies.
Alise and the waterlilies.
Marché de noel (Christmas markets) (S): While one really has to go to Germany, or at least to Strasbourg to get the true Christmas market experience, Paris does host several of its own marché de noel during the Christmas season, along Champs Elysées, near St. Germain des Pres, up at St. Denis, out by La Defense…..
The Smith ladies bought hats at the marchés.
Musée d’Orsay (S and H): A train station-turned-museum, Orsay is worth going to just to look at the building itself. It’s collection includes some pre-impressionist works by the likes of Delacrois, Daumier, Millet, Manet, and Courbet as well as impressionists such as Monet and post-impressionists including Van Gogh, Cezanne, and Gauguin.
During the Smith family tour we arrived at the museum at 5pm, to find a ridiculously long line. Apparently Christmas Break is high tourist season in Paris. We thought we had no hope of getting into the museum before 5:30, which is when all the signs say they stop selling tickets. As it turned out, we reached the front of the line at about 5:31, and all the ticket counters were in fact closed. But somehow (I'm still not sure how) we, along with more than a few others, simply walked into the museum without having to purchase a ticket amidst the chaos of closing time. Welcome to France, where the rules simply do not apply.....
Orsay at night. The museum is a former train station, and would still be absolutely beautiful, even if it wasn't filled with fascinating works of art.
The third floor, where all my favorite post-impressionist works are located, was closed for renovations. They had a tiny temporary exhibit of some Van Goghs and Gauguins, but it was rather lackluster. But, hey, we got in free, so I can't complain.....
Notre Dame (S and H): Again, needs no introduction. This gothic cathedral is not only the setting of Victor Hugo’s famous Hunchback of Notre Dame, but is also one of the most (if not the most) visited churches in France, not to mention the fact that it continues its original vocation as a house of worship despite the incessant tourist incursions.
The line to go up into Notre Dame's towers. The Smith family waited in this line for over 2 hours!
But the crazy man in the mask provided some entertainment in the meantime. Here he is giving Mara a hug.
And here is another crazy man following Alise out of the bell tower :-)
The wait was well worth it. The view from Notre Dame over the city is magnificent. Especially in the company of a delightful chimera or two (even if they were an anachronistic to the cathedral by Viloet-le-Duc).
Memorial de la Deportation (H): This memorial, created in the 1960s, commemorates all those (resistants, communists, gypsies, Jews, etc) who were deported from France during World War II. I’ll leave it at that or you’d be in for a mini dissertation. Smiths attempted to visit this site but were foiled because the thing closes for lunch. I always seem to end up there during lunchtime. Jason managed to get his parents in to see the memorial before lunchtime, so they were able to see it. No photo here because I think I have used up the limit for this blog….. I’ll have a later post on Holocaust memorials anyway and you can see it then……
Musée Rodin (H): Another of my favorite less famous museums in Paris. Rodin’s sculptures occupy the garden, while the museum contains many of his studies and other works.
The Thinker. Perhaps Rodin's most famous work. Originally sculpted to surmount Rodin's Gates of Hell.
It had just snowed the morning that the Hansens visited the museum. Burrrr. Adds a nice touch to the sculptures, though.
Invalide/Musée de l’Armée (S and H): Invalides, a former church as well as a veterans hospital, houses Napoleon’s tomb and a military museum.
Napoleon's tomb. Why does such a small man need such a big tomb? Well, there are apparently six coffins here, one inside the other. Rather like a Matryoshka (or babushka) doll.
I took this picture for my dear friend Dayna Wells, who is well acquainted with my beef with M. Bonaparte. I'm biting my thumb at him......all in good fun, Dayna :-)
Child armor of one of France's King Louis' in the Army museum. The entire section on medieval and renaissance armor and armaments was fascinating.
More modern military garb in the WWI/WWII exhibit. We got cleared out of this exhibit too quickly to really take anything in. I shall have to return at a later date.....
An image of a typical Smith-family-vacation. The rain falling in the background being the crucial ingredient.
American Church Paris (S & H): The ACP congregation dates from the 1810’s making it the oldest American Church on foreign soil. The building dates from the 1930’s. Today the church is an international and interdenominational congregation that welcomes all with open arms. Jason and I have been blessed to be a part of this community.
A view of the Church from across the Seine at dusk.
Interior of the Church. We took the Hansens to an actual service as they were here on a Sunday.
Shakespeare and Co. (S and H): Quirky English-language bookstore near Notre Dame.
Books line the stairs. The shop is wonderfully cluttered, as a book store ought to be :-)
Musee du Moyen Age (H): Wonderful museum dedicated to the Middle Ages, housed in the Hotel Cluny, which was a former medieval residence of the abbots of Cluny.
The architecture of the building is interesting in its own right, combining Gothic and Renaissance styles.
The museum collection includes gorgeous stained glass, such as this example from Sainte Chapelle.
Also on this site one finds the ruins of Roman Baths. Paris is a city of so many historical layers.
The museum is now home to many of Notre Dame's original statues, which were defaced and stolen during the Revolution. They were found again in the 20th century, in a bank.... Pictured here is a statue of Adam.
A temporary exhibit on Asterix was also underway. Asterix is a beloved French comic strip that depicts the adventures of a feisty French Gaul in the face of Roman tyranny.
The real treasure of the museum are the Lady and the Unicorn tapestries. There are six tapestries of mysterious meaning and origin. What is clear, however, is that they are artistic masterpieces. It is thought that perhaps five of the tapestries (all of which include a lady and a unicorn) depict each of the five senses. Pictured here is the tapestry believed to depict taste. You can't see it from this picture, but the lady is reaching out to a tray of candies.
St Germain des Pres (H): An abbey founded in the 6th century. Still an active church.
Exterior.
I particularly love the interior of this church, with it's vibrant reds, blues, and golds.
Jardin du Luxembourg (H): Gardens originally created by Marie de Medici. Now the Luxembourg Palace houses the French Senate.
The gardens are much prettier in the spring and summer....
Pantheon (H): The former church where France now buries it’s “great men.” And when they say men, they mean *men*. Marie Curie is the only woman interred in the Pantheon of her own merit. (there are one or two other women interred with their famous husbands) Hmmmmm.
The Pantheon. Notice the Christmas trees outside.
Philip Augustus Wall (H): Remaining fragment of one of the walls that used to encircle Medieval Paris.
The wall. Embeded in a Hausmann building. Interesting contrast in terms of time and design. Layers again.
Arenes du Lutece (H): Roman arena re-discovered during excavations for Haussmann’s city renovations in the mid-1800s. Now mostly a soccer field for local kids.
There are probably more soccer balls that people down in the arena.....which makes it such a peaceful place, full of history but tucked away from the tourist hub-bub.
Rue Mouffetard (H): One of the many streets in Paris the exudes character. Used to be part of one of the main routes from Paris to Rome. Later a site of tanneries, which gave the street a reputation for a rather nasty smell. Now the smell is gone and the streets are lined with quaint shops, ethnic food restaurants, little cafés, markets, and even a public library.
I really got no good pictures of le Mouffe during this visit, so this picture of the fish market will have to suffice.....
.......or this picture of the tart shop where we bought some quiches for dinner.....
Centre Pompidou (H): Modern and contemporary art museum. Also houses a public library. The building is constructed inside-out.
The exterior. We had no time to explore the collections on these tours. I'm not always a fan of some of the more bizarre contemporary art unless I know what was going on in the artist's mind, but they do have a lovely collection of early-20th century abstract pieces by the likes of Picasso, Braque, Chagall, Dali, Matisse, etc.
Rue des Rosiers (S and H): Former center of the Jewish quarter of Paris, known as the Marais. Still has a thriving Jewish presence as witnessed by the many kosher bucheries and boulangeries along the street, as well as the many Orthodox Jews you see on the street.
Orthodox boys outside a Kosher pizza shop.
The Kosher boulangeries along this road have bread and pastries you won't find anywhere else in town, from bagels and challah to apple strudel.
Memorial de la Shoah (S and H): Located in the Marais, this museum is dedicated to the Holocaust, with a particular focus in its permanent exhibit on the Holocaust in France. Its origins lie back during WWII when a group of Jews in Grenoble decided to to collect documents detailing the persecution of the Jews in France, with the particular goal of obtaining financial restitution at the end of the war. After the war the CDJC became an important archive for documenting the Holocaust in its entirety. One of the first Holocaust memorials in the world was later built on the site of the current museum in the 1950s. The current museum opened in 2004, and the archives and library of the CDCJ are housed on the 4th floor of the same building. I spend a lot of time here doing research.
Both the Smiths and the Hansens took the time to walk through the permanent exhibit. It is very different from that of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, but similarly powerful and sobering.
Place des Vosges (H): A famous square in Paris, built by Henry IV in the 1600’s.
This is what the Hansens *should* have seen when we ducked into the Place des Vosges to have a look before dinner one night. Unfortunately 1) it was winter so no pretty yellow leaves; 2) it was night, so it was dark; 3) there seemed to be some sort of technical difficulty with the street lamps, so it was *totally* dark and you couldn't see anything! We still made a stop outside Victor Hugo's house, though.
Pere Lachaisse (H): Paris’ famed cemetery that is now the resting place of hundreds of those who have passed on, some famous, some not so famous.
The Hansens took a trip to the cemetery on their own, so I'll just illustrate Pere Lachaise with the metro sign. But I do hear they found Oscar Wilde's kiss-covered grave (see the Halloween post from October).
Buttes Chaumont (H): One of my favorite parks in Paris. Rather than the ridged, strictly regulated design of gardens like the Tuileries and Luxembourg, Buttes Chaumont has a more free-flowing feel. It’s a peaceful place with a rather dark history has the former town gibbet…..
Snow. Yup. These three kids thought it was pretty fun stuff.
Buttes Chaumont under a light dusting of snow.
FOOD
Food is an important part of travels to any country, as Jason is forever reminding me. So we also planned our our families’ meals to make sure they got the best of Paris cuisine, at least according to our humble tastebuds.
French Bistro (S and H): We wanted to take each of our families out for an “authentic” French meal. So, while Mom and Mara went up the Eiffel Tower during the first night of their visit, Jason and I went restaurant hunting. We found this little bistro down a side street about 15 minutes away from the tower. They had an excellent three-course form-menu for “only” 25 euro. Delicious food and a delightful ambiance. So much so that we took the Hansens here during their visit as well. Ironically, reading the local paper a week later, I found an article that featured this very restaurant, and characterized it as a “bistro authentique.” Apparently, we unknowingly did quite well in our random restaurant selection :-)
The restaurant. Like many French bistros, it offers a form menu with three courses for a set price. You get to choose from about seven dishes for each course. We took pictures of everybody's entire meal, but given the constraints on space (and the fact that I doubt anybody wants to look at 15 photos of dishes!), I'll just feature one example below......
First course (entré---in France, your appetizer is called an entré, which can be confusing to Americans): walnut, apple, and cheese salade with a light vinaigrette.
Second course (plat): plain broiled salmon, with steamed potatoes.
Third course (dessert): molleux au chocolat and delicious vanilla bean ice cream.
Pizza (S and H): Sure, pizza is Italian, but an Italian-run pizza joint in Paris comes pretty close to the real thing…. I found this little place thanks to an article in the Le Figaro (one of France’s main daily newspapers), entitled “Les meilleures pizzas de Paris.” (the best pizzas of Paris). It tied for the highest score in their taste-test, and I have to agree with their evaluation….
The restaurant. Just off the Champs Elysées.
The pizza. Nothing beats a *real* Margherita pizza! Whether in Italy or France. C'est bon!
Falafel (S and H): Paris is a cosmopolitan city. It’s not just about baguettes and cheese, though there is a lot to be said for the French baguette and they certainly know how to do cheese. Anyway, in an effort to illustrate the variety of Parisian cuisine, we went to dinner at one of the several falafel joints along rue des Rosiers.
A man stands outside L'As du Falafel every night, calling out to passersby "the best falafel in the world"! And, at least in our assessment, he has every right to make that claim.
On a Sunday afternoon, there will be a line all the way around the corner for the take-away window, and the restaurant interior will be jam-packed. On a Tuesday evening at 7pm, however, we had the place to ourselves, though it filled up quickly after we sat down. (Dinner time in Paris is usually later than in the States. 7 is a bit early. Though, Parisians have nothing on the Spanish, who think you're crazy if you start dining before 10pm!).
Happy family waiting for falafel. Everybody is awake for this picture :-)
The falafel. Pita bread stuffed with chickpea patties, tomato, fried eggplant, red cabbage, and yogurt sauce. Yum. Surprisingly, even the meat and potatoes types enjoyed it :-)
Quiche (H): Jason wanted his parents to try some real French quiche. So, we each bought a quiche slice from one of the two quaint quiche shops on rue Mouffetard one night.
Spinach quiche and chicken-broccoli quiche. We took the quiche home to the apartment to eat for the following night and Ron and Sandi came over for dinner.
Fondu (H): After purchasing our quiches on rue Mouffetard for the next night, we went to a fondu restaurant for that night’s dinner. None of us had ever had fondue before, so we had no clue what we were doing. But fondu is French, and we figured, why not try it out? And it turned out to be great fun.
One of the fondu pots. This one held the hot oil that Ron would use to fry his meat.
The rest of us had the traditional Fondu Savoyarde, which is bread dipped in hot cheese. Apparently, we learned, wine is also added to the mix, so you have to keep it stirred up otherwise the wine will separate out.
Ron's plate of raw meat ready to fry up.
The salade, ham, fried potatoes, and apples that accompanied the bread and cheese of fondu savoyarde.
Place St. Michel Tourist Fare (H): We had originally planned on taking Jason’s parents to a marvelous hole-in-the wall Egyptian restaurant one night, but to our surprise and dismay, we discovered it has gone out of business. So, we fell back on the old tourist standard of a Place St. Michel form menu. Not quite as unique as the Egyptian place, but still a decent meal. Jason’s meal is pictured below….
Jason finally got his French onion soup in France.
.....Coq au vin.....and French fries....
....and creme brulée.
Crepes (S and H): Jason and I enjoy making crepes back home, but you must try crepes salé and sucré actually in France! This was the last meal for each of our families.
"Italian" crepe. Note: these darker colored crepes are "crepes salé" (salty or savory crepes) made with buckwheat flour. Delicious.
Ham and cheese crepe. A crepe standard.
Crepe with the works: eggs, mushrooms, ham, cheese, and salade.
Crepe with mushrooms in a tomato-based sauce.
Nutella crepe. The following crepes are crepes sucré (sweet or dessert crepes), which are made with regular flour and filled with anything sweet from jam to chocolate. As good as this crepe was, I think nutella crepes are actually made to be eaten on the run from a street-side stand.
Chocolate crepe with whipped cream.
Chocolate crepe with pear and ice cream.
The Hansens at the creperie.
Bertillon ice cream (S): Famous ice cream unique to Ile St. Louis, though it is sold at some other establishments in Paris. Regardless, it is uniquely delicious ice cream! Only the Smiths got the opportunity to taste it thought, because it was simply too cooooold on the Hansen’s ice cream day.
Bertillon cones. French chocolate ice cream is divine.
Gelato (H): Another Italian speciality that you can get in France……Venice still has the prize for the best gelato. Though the Hansens missed out on the Bertillon, we braved the cold for gelato.
Half eaten cones. Enjoyed despite the cold.
Paul (S and H): French “fast food.” And by “fast food” I mean delicious, non-greasy sandwiches.
Sandwiches from Paul. A rather chaotic process to order sandwiches for a party of five with only one French-speaker :-)
Panini (H): More French “fast food.” A bit greasier that Paul sandwiches, but still good.
Paninis from the quick stop stand that we grabbed on the fly.
Bredles (S): Jason and I brought these little Christmas cookies back from the maché de noel in Strasbourg. So, the Smith family got a taste of Alsatian Christmas, including “spritz.”
Bredels! Etoile de cannille. Spritz. Almond-sugar cookies. Almond-coffee cookies. Jelly-almond cookies. Yum!
Macarons (S and H): NOT like the American macaroons. They’re tasty little almond cookies filled with a sweet pasty fudge (my roommate likens it to something in between mascarpone and marzipan, but there’s really no good way to describe it). They’re good, but I’m not quite sure what warrants the outrageous price patisseries can charge for them. The wonderful rainbow of colors, though is certainly appealing….
Look at all the colors!
A wonderful chocolate macron.
Gallette des rois and Gateau (H): The 12th day of Christmas, Epiphany, in France is an occasion for celebration. For days before hand the windows of every boulangeries in Paris are filled with gallettes de rois (kings cakes). Delightful little pastry cakes filled with almond paste…..and a prize of some sort. Some lucky sole will bite a piece of cake and get the prize….which means you have to buy the kings cake for the next year. Katy, one of the flatmates, actually made her own gallette des rois, and was generous enough to let us try some. We contributed to the dessert with a birthday cake for Jason, purchased on one of the best patisserie shops down the street. Happy Birthday to Jason and Happy Kings Day to all!
A boulangerie king's cake, complete with crown.
Katy's homemade king's cake.
Jason's birthday cake. It's apparently called a Venezuela. Don't ask why. I've no clue. But regardless, no one does cake (or desserts in general) quite like the French :-)
Three little delights: gallette des rois, venezula, complete with a mini macron from the venezuela.
The birthday boy with his cake.
Birthday boy as king. He looks good in a crown :-)
.….and, to conclude, this is perhaps the best picture ever of my parents and sister……
Love to you all and I hope you enjoyed the mini tour.