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The Waves of Martenot

22 Saturday Jun 2019

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Wednesday was yet another lovely day (ho, hum), but we were torn between spending time outside and listening to a couple of end of year jazz concerts at the Conservatoire de Paris (properly speaking, the Conservatoire national supérieur de Musique et de Danse de Paris) at La Villette in the 20ème arrondissement.

We compromised by walking up, about five miles. We started out through the Latin Quarter, where I noticed this segment of the 12th century city wall of Philippe-Auguste near the Panthéon.

12th century Paris city wall of Philippe-Auguste

We continued our stroll northwards, across the Seine, then along the Canal Saint-Martin, stopping for lunch at an old favorite, Chez Prune.

Bob and Jared at Chez Prune
Bob’s lunch at Chez Prune.

When we finally arrived at the Conservatoire, around 3:30 pm, we were bemused to learn that the jazz concerts had already finished for the day! A helpful lady said, however, that if we went in right away we could see a masters recital on the ondes Martenot (waves of Martenot). Neither of us had any idea what this might be but we made a snap decision — for a flâneur there are no wrong choices — and said “yes, please!” We were ushered into the magnificent organ room. Photos are prohibited at these performances but I snapped one of the room before it began.

Salle d’orgue at the Conservatoire de Paris

Only after the performance began did we even realize what the ondes Martinot was: It’s the stringed thing on the left that looks like a spaceship, the speakers in the middle, and the keyboard at the right.

ondes Martinot

There are also mysterious fabric squares called “patchworks” that are placed on the white rectangle below the stringed device. They are apparently quite important since before each piece the ondiste and each of the accompanists spent several minutes arranging and rearranging them!

The ondes Martinot is played with a ring on one of the ondiste‘s fingers that moves along a wire strung above the keyboard as well as with the keys themselves. This allows it to generate smoothly changing tones as well as discrete notes. The effect is always odd, often eerie, and sometimes gorgeous. We subsequently learned from Wikipedia that it was invented in 1928 by the French inventor Maurice Martenot, and that:

“The instrument is used in more than 100 classical compositions. The French composer Olivier Messiaen used it in pieces such as his 1949 symphony Turangalîla-Symphonie, and his sister-in-law Jeanne Loriod was a celebrated player of the instrument. It appears in numerous film and television soundtracks, particularly science fiction and horror films. Jonny Greenwood of the English rock band Radiohead is credited with bringing the ondes to a larger modern audience. It has also been used by pop artists such as Daft Punk…”

So we had probably heard the instrument before, but just hadn’t known what was making the hair stand up on the back of our necks. I might not be in a hurry to hear another such recital, but it was a quintessential flâneur moment!

Jared had to leave for dinner with a friend, so after the concert I was on my own. I took the métro down to Bercy Village on a whim, to have an apéro and get a selfie with an aisle of balloons that I had seen somewhere on line. Yes it’s quite the tourist trap — sue me!

Bob in full tourist mode at Bercy Village

First Days on My Own

14 Tuesday May 2019

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It’s a big change when I go from sharing space in Paris to living alone, and even more so when I’ve been part of a four-cousin family for two weeks. Also, there’s a lot of bustling around the first day or two settling in to a new apartment. So I spent most of Saturday around the apartment and its charming neighborhood.

Saint-Eustache, the magnificent 17th-century church at the bottom of rue Montorgueil, has been obscured by construction for most of my visits, but it has emerged triumphant:

My apartment this year is in the first block of rue Montorgueil, just above the church, while in other years I’ve always been at least several blocks higher. I confess to having had a mild prejudice against the lower part of the street, since it seemed a bit more touristy, but I now see that this block is almost as charming as the rest of the street (and that tourists are everywhere).

Up at the top of the street is the Oasis d’Aboukir, which appeared in 2013 and has continued to bloom and grow ever since. The last few years I’ve opined that was looking a bit shaggy, but now I think it’s broken through to an altogether new category: a vertical botanical garden!

A few steps away I noticed this piece of street art, on a restaurant’s metal door. This artist is very active in the area, and I’ve admired his work before.

La Cantine des Mama’s Street Art

On Friday night, as previously noted, I made my “standard meal” with a delicious (and expensive) piece of lieu jaune from the cute little poissonnerie on rue du Nil. I thought about doing exactly the same again on Saturday night, but I didn’t feel that 15 euros was a sustainable price for a single ingredient of a home cooked dinner. In prior years the poissonnerie on rue Montorgueil proper, Sogusa, has been looking increasingly sad and decrepit, but this year, unexpectedly, it had a good selection and seemed to have gotten a new lease on life. I took a chance and bought this shiny dorade (sea bream) from a genial new salesman.

I would have had no clue how to clean and de-bone it but that service is included, so I walked away with two very fresh filets for 10 euros, one-third the price per meal. I happily made my standard meal the next two nights, this time remembering to start with garlic and onions.

One of my errands on Saturday was to get a few Apple-related items I had unaccountably failed to bring along. Conveniently, everything I wanted was just five minutes away, at the the FNAC store under the Grande Canopée. A lightning-to-phone plug adapter to let me use my old earphones with my new iPhone was 10 euros, about what I expected. But I did a double take at the cost of a long charger cable:

I didn’t need it that much!

While I’m talking about stuff I’d like to mention three special purpose items that I bring when I travel. All three have seen valuable use this year, as they do almost every year.

WD-40 quieted a squeaky door in my first apartment and eased a sticky window latch in my second. The multi-tip screwdriver, the size of a pen when assembled, enabled me to change the bulb in the toilet of the first place. And doorstops (I actually bring two) were needed in both places to prevent interior doors from slamming when the breeze caught them.

Sunday was still intermittently rainy but I did take a nice walk over to the Canal Saint-Martin. There was a mini-festival along the banks with a drumming corps.

This is one of the 19th century buildings along the canal, usually relating to opening and closing locks or draw bridges. I’ve walked by this one many times over the years but this time I noticed a bonus from Space Invader.

On Monday I decided I needed some aerobic exercise and after researching the dozens of public swimming pools in Paris I went over to Piscine Georges Hermant above the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont to swim some laps. It’s a nice, clean pool with a retractable roof. I didn’t think too much about the logistics of retracting such a big roof until I left the pool and noticed this impressive scene.

I decided to walk down through the park and was rewarded with this view of flowers and distant picnickers:

I had a late lunch at a restaurant across the street from the park (My old favorite, Rosa Bonheur, is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays.) Coquilles Saint-Jacques has become a quasi-generic term for all types of scallops, but I was pleased to see that Le Napoleon III served up the real thing:

I’m happy to report that the meal was just as good as it looked.

Diary of a Flâneur

05 Tuesday Jun 2018

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While I’ve mostly posted on specific topics and visits this year I’ve continued to log my Paris walking average of seven miles a day. This post collects some of the interesting or attractive things I’ve run across in my wanderings (saving art for a later post).

One of my favorite walks in Paris is along the Promenade plantée (more properly called the Coulée verte René-Dumont), which transformed abandoned railroad infrastructure into a leafy linear park. It begins near the Place de la Bastille and runs several miles to the Parc Vincennes. The first section is elevated, connected with a short level stretch, through a tunnel, with a depressed section.

Even on a gray day the Promenade plantée is lovely

These Parisians know how to party!

This street sign for the “road of little square stones” is itself made up of little square stones.

The monument in the center of the Place de la Republique was totally renovated in 2010-13, then trashed after the Charlie Hebdo massacre in 2015 and during the Nuit Debout protests in 2016. It has now been restored, ready for the next popular uprising.

The statue of Marianne in the Place de la Republique

There’s a lot of history on the plaques around the base of the monument. This one commemorates the biggest naval victory of the First French Republic, over the British fleet. In our calendar it took place on June 1, 1794, but the Revolution established a new calendar starting at year 1, including new names for the months.

Plaque on the base of the monument in Place de la Republique commemorating the battle of 13 prairial an 2

There are officially sanctioned skateboard areas all around Paris. This one is right on the Place de la Republique.

A skateboard area in Place de la Republique

A nostalgic 2CV

A field of flowers (with a secret)

La Grande Canopée, almost empty

The Parc de la Villette in the northeast corner of Paris contains a dozen or more “folies.” Some have uses but many, like this one, are purely decorative.

A folie in the Parc de la Villette

There are a lot of ancient-looking ruins in Parc Monceau. The columns themselves are fairly old, but they have been repositioned for aesthetic effect much more recently: “The Naumachie of the Park was built with the columns of the ancient Rotunda of Valois, ordered by Catherine de Medicis to house Henry II tomb.” [Source]

Ancient-ish ruins in Parc Monceau

Gare Saint-Lazare from Europe

Mot du jour: 2CV. The Citroën 2CV, 1948-90. 2CV literally means deux chevaux, “two horsepower,” but the original version actually had nine.

Andy and Uncle Bob in Paris

02 Saturday Jun 2018

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Ten years ago, in 2008, I took my nephew Andy, then 15 years old, on an eleven-day trip to Paris (and Chartres). He had been studying French for several years, so when I offered to take him pretty much anywhere he chose France. I had been here many times as a tourist, but this was my longest visit, and the experience — even though we stayed in hotels — started me thinking about the idea of an even longer petit séjour. It was thus a particular treat to host him for almost a week this year.

Andy and Uncle Bob (2008)

Andy and Uncle Bob (2018)

Andy arrived on Saturday evening after a 3-1/2 hour drive to LA, and two flights, so we just had a quick Breton meal at a favorite neighborhood place, Les Délices de la Lune.

The next two days we had a great time visiting art studios and galleries in the Belleville neighborhood, which had its annual open studios event that weekend. I’ll post separately about that, but on Sunday we first met up with Zhizhong for brunch along the Canal Saint-Martin. We had a delicious meal at Les Enfants Perdus, which Alexis had introduced me to several years back.

Andy and Bob at brunch with Zhizhong at Les Enfants Perdus

Brunch with Zhizhong at Les Enfants Perdus

There was a funny moment when the waitress whisked our menus away after we chose drinks and breads from the top section. We were still trying to decide among the several tempting main courses and desserts, but it turned out that you get all of them!

The main courses of our brunch at Les Enfants Perdus

Monday evening, after all our walking, Andy and I had a simple Italian dinner at Il Tre, on rue Montorgueil.

Andy’s first Italian beer

A simple well-prepared Italian dinner at Il Tre on rue Montorgueil

Fête, Parks and Art

26 Sunday Jun 2016

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Tuesday was June 21, the Fête de la musique, a summer solstice street festival that’s a big deal in Paris and some other francophone countries. I have had a good time at the festival since I first stumbled on it in 2011, including barhopping with Jared W, Geoff and Hugues in 2013 and doing it on my own in 2014, with the most amazing time being last year (2015) when I enjoyed it with Sawyer and Seth.

This year I was on my own again. Instead of focusing on the Marais, as in prior years, I decided to stroll over to the 10ème arrondissement, around the Canal Saint-Martin, to see what the festival was like over there. La Baraque A is a mild-mannered coffee shop the rest of the year, but it hosts an electronic dance party for the Fête. The music was just starting up when I arrived so I had a beer on the terrace of a café, then strolled further on.

La Baraque A hosts a dance party at a Fête de la Musique

La Baraque A hosts a dance party at la Fête de la Musique

When I looped back later it had become quite a scene: La Baraque A Dance Party in Full Swing.

There were similar crowds outside restaurants and bars all around the quarter, in each case racially mixed, often multi-age, but with a consistently lefty/hip/hippie vibe. I didn’t notice much of a Muslim presence, and I suspect that this is the Achilles heel in the “melting pot” character of the neighborhood.

Blues at Jane Café

Blues at Jane Café in the 10ème on la Fête de la musique

I found the 10ème quite sympa, and I would consider staying there another year. But after a couple of hours on my own I headed home and got a good night’s sleep instead of partying until dawn.

When I got to Paris this year I noticed a new restaurant on rue des Petits Carreaux, Caminito, an Argentine bistro. I passed it by initially since South American cuisine is largely red meat, which I try to avoid.

Caminito on rue des Petits Carreaux in Village Montorgueil

Caminito on rue des Petits Carreaux in the Village Montorgueil

But on Wednesday I noticed that the plat du jour was fish so I had lunch there, which I quite enjoyed.

Pollock lunch at Caminito

Pollock lunch at Caminito

That afternoon I headed out to find a park to do some reading in. I first went to a completely new area, Parc Sainte-Périne in the 16ème, but it just seemed like an enormous playground. Great for bourgeois kids but not inviting to an adult reader. Disappointed in my exploration I hopped the tram over to tried-and-true Parc Montsouris in the 14ème. I had brought an umbrella just in case and found that I needed it at times even though there were also welcome intervals of sunshine. This year’s summer started out looking a lot like its spring!

Rainy moment at Parc Montsouris

Rainy moment at Parc Montsouris

Raindrops on a rose at Parc Montsouris

Raindrops on a rose at Parc Montsouris

The temperature had gotten up to 80 on Wednesday and on Thursday it was actually hot for the first time this year — high 80’s! Instead of sunbathing my thoughts turned to air-conditioning, so I decided to check some museums off my list. I had expected to visit the Musée d’Orsay a few weeks earlier with Sherard, but the Great Flood of 2016 put paid to that idea. Consequently, I headed over to see the Doanier Rousseau exhibition, and revisit the permanent collection. The title refers to the fact that Henri Rousseau started painting as a weekend hobby while working as a customs agent. I was mostly familiar with a few of his weird jungle scenes, and an iconic image of a family in a carriage.

I hadn’t realized, however, that he was self-taught, and was (initially at least) more of a folk painter than a professional artist. His portraits have that weird quality of looking straight out at you that you see in the works of American folk artists. He did have a good eye for color and could put paint on the canvas, but those skills alone wouldn’t have gotten him anywhere. What made his reputation was the weird and wonderful imagination that populated his jungle pictures. He never left Paris but had a rich vision of a fecund and brutal imaginary world.

The permanent collection of the Musée d’Orsay is always a delight, especially the impressionists on the 5th floor. I always notice something I hadn’t appreciated before, in this case a blurry little portrait by Seurat:

Georges Seurat, Le Petit paysan en bleu, dit aussi Le Jockey, around 1882 at Musée d'Orsay

Georges Seurat, Le Petit paysan en bleu, dit aussi Le Jockey, around 1882 at Musée d’Orsay

I was also reminded of the fact that real people can be at least as fabulous as those depicted in the artworks.

Real person at the Musée d'Orsay

Real person at the Musée d’Orsay

The Orsay admission also includes the Orangerie museum in the Tuileries, so I walked over there and revisited Monet’s two immersive waterlily rooms, as well as the impressive impressionist and post-impressionist collection on the lower level.

Monet, Les Nymphéas (water lillies) at l'Orangerie museum

Monet, Les Nymphéas (water lillies) at l’Orangerie museum

Monet, Les Nymphéas (water lillies) at l'Orangerie museum

Monet, Les Nymphéas (water lillies) at l’Orangerie museum

One observation I’ve often made about the finest impressionist art is that you can appreciate most any small section of brushwork as an abstraction as well as enjoying the entire work from a distance. I finally got around to posting a photo set putting forward this idea: Impressionism Far and Near

Thursday evening I had a Breton meal at an old favorite, Délices de la Lune on rue Poissonnière. (I was surprised to see that the Fork offers a 40% discount for advance bookings. This seems like gilding the lily since their prices are so modest anyway!)

On Friday I decided to check out the new shows at the edgy contemporary art museum, Palais de Tokyo, which I have sometimes loved and sometimes loathed. Although I liked several of the shows I saw there in mid-May the current crop left me stone cold, except for a few individual pieces and a wonderful sonic work by Ayoung Kim called “In This Vessel We Shall be Kept”. The concept of the work is crazy but remarkable: We are asked to take refuge in an ark against another great flood, but the ark in question is the Palais Garnier!

Ayoung Kim, "In This Vessel We Shall be Kept" (detail)

Ayoung Kim, “In This Vessel We Shall be Kept” (detail)

There are some graphics explaining this conceit and giving the text of an immersive choral performance, which is the heart of the work. These texts are from various sources, including the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Bible and the Koran, which all exhort a chosen few to build an ark to survive a flood. You experience the choral work in a comfortable seat in a dark room, surrounded by eight speakers. I posted a clip to give you a taste, but you need to hear it for yourself!

As in prior years, I stumbled on some Fashion Week models at Palais de Tokyo; cute and emaciated as always, but this year with strikingly kookie hairdos.

Models at Palais de Tokyo

Models at Palais de Tokyo

Model at Palais de Tokyo

Model at Palais de Tokyo

Since it’s right there and free (except for the temporary shows) I also stopped in to the Musée d’Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris. I ended up paying for two of the shows, which were both pretty good: Paula Modersohn-Becker and Albert Marquet. Modersohn-Becker’s early portraits had a naive aspect reminiscent of Henri Rousseau, but her skills advanced rapidly, until her untimely death. Photos aren’t permitted in the shows, but I noticed this grisly little picture in the permanent collection, which is quite good even though overshadowed by the Pompidou.

Jacques Grinberg, l'Enfant (the child), around 1963

Jacques Grinberg, l’Enfant (the child), around 1963, at the Musée d’Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris

And this eerie group scene:

Bart van der Leck, Au Marché, 1913

Bart van der Leck, Au Marché, 1913, at the Musée d’Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris

High, But Not Dry

15 Wednesday Jun 2016

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Thwarted by the closings of the the Louvre and the Musée D’Orsay, I promised to take Sherard on Sunday to one of the highest points in Paris, which I guaranteed wouldn’t be affected by the floods. I was right, but … read on.

We walked across the Marais — where Sherard saw a small painting he liked — via the Place des Vosges (mentioned in my French Linen post) to the trendy area east of the Place de la Bastille, then over to the Canal Saint-Martin, which was interesting as ever.

Street art along the Canal Saint-Martin

Street art along the Canal Saint-Martin

I showed Sherard Comptoir Général but realized, seeing it through his eyes, that it was no longer the astonishing art-intensive Ghetto Museum that Alexis had introduced me to several years back, but had become just a big hipster bar with a few bits of African decor.

We walked the length of the canal up to Point Ephémère, a hipster bar in part of an old fire station that I had been reading about. We stopped in but it looked too sketchy for our bourgeois tastes. Sad for me since I like to think that a flâneur can appreciate all aspects of the city. There was a leftist political rally of some sort on the plaza between the canal and the Basin de la Villette. We stuck our heads in but it wasn’t our scene either.

Not having had much luck thus far I directed our steps to my ace-in-the-hole, the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, which never fails to charm. Imagine my chagrin when it too was closed! Not of course due to flooding — it’s one of the highest places in Paris! But it seems that the rains that preceded and caused the flood had soaked the soil and rendered certain trees unstable. There was a sign at the main entrance, however, saying that one of the ginguettes in the park was still open, accessible presumably by a safe route. There was no mention of my primary destination, Rosa Bonheur (which usually has a terrific gay scene on Sunday afternoons) but since it was close to an entrance at the top of the park I hoped it might be open as well. I checked its website and phone message and there was no mention of it being closed so we walked up along the outside of the park to the highest point, where a sign informed us that Rosa was closed. We got a quick bite at a restaurant across the street, where our only cold comfort was schadenfreude as we watched families and gay guys come up to the locked gate to discover — as we had — that both the park and Rosa were closed.

Not-terribly-good lunch on rue Botzaris

Not-terribly-good lunch on rue Botzaris

Our luck turned at this point, however, as Sherard enjoyed the little pedestrian “Villas” off rue de Mouzaïa, which led us up to the completely non-touristy Parc de la Butte du Chapeau Rouge, with a commanding view of the northern suburbs.

Flowers on Villa d'Alsace, off Rue de Mouzaïa in the 19th

Flowers on Villa d’Alsace, off rue de Mouzaïa in the 19th

We walked back via the Parc de Belleville, and Sherard really enjoyed that area, especially appreciating a rug in a Muslim shop we passed by at some point in our meanderings.

Crowd at an impromptu concert at the Parc de Belleville

Crowd at an impromptu concert at the Parc de Belleville

That evening we had a late dinner at an old favorite, La Bocca on rue Montmartre.

Seafood pasta dinner at La Bocca

Seafood pasta dinner at La Bocca. The long thin shells are clams, although I’m not sure they are the same species as we get in the U.S. since I’ve never seen a shell like that at home

 

First Days, and Nights

16 Monday May 2016

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On Friday evening, after my place was organized, I invited Jared W over for an apéro. He’s a brilliant math professor at Boston University, and has been invited here for a month by one of the Paris universities as a scholar in residence. Jared stayed with me in Paris for a week in 2013 and speaks French at least as well as I do.

Jared W and me, still sober, having an apéro at my place.

Jared W and me, still sober, having an apéro at my place.

After we sipped through an excellent Saint-Emilion Grand Cru from my Bordeaux stay Jared suggested that we visit the Canal Saint-Martin. There’s a Velib’ stand outside my front door so we snagged bikes and set out on a wild ride. Bikes are usually allowed to disregard one-way signs, ride in bus lanes, etc. so it was pretty quick!

We took a detour around the Place de la Republique, however, when we encountered six police vans, sirens wailing, racing in that direction. There have been protests there for weeks against a proposed labor law that would make it easier for companies to fire employees with indefinite contracts. The Socialist government of François Hollande is pushing this change in the hope that making firing easier will make companies less reluctant to hire more permanent employees, so there will be a net benefit to unemployment. The demonstrators consider this an erosion of employee rights, without sufficient (if any) benefits.

The Canal Saint-Martin was lovely as usual, and much cleaner after having been drained and thoroughly scrubbed earlier this year.

Jared W and me at the Canal Saint-Martin

Jared W and me at the Canal Saint-Martin

Jared recalled our visit three years ago to Le Comptoir Général, a bar featuring remarkable African installations. Here I am pretending to be a sahib.

Sahib Bob at Comptoir Général.

Sahib Bob at Le Comptoir Général.

We had a couple of their unique cocktails, then began thinking about dinner. We strolled around the hip area east of the canal, and settled — with the approval of The Fork — on Marilou. We had a wonderful meal of large tapas plates, for quite a reasonable cost. After dinner Jared proposed a gay bar. My heel has been hurting since Bordeaux so I proposed the métro instead of my usual preference for walking, and his for biking. We started comme d’habitude at the Open Café in the Marais and enjoyed the usual street scene, including this young man on his hoverboard.

Hoverboarder outside the Open Café in the Marais

Hoverboarder outside the Open Café in the Marais

Then we headed over to another Marais gay bar, Les Souffleurs, to which Lisa’s Geoff had introduced us in 2013. The crowd was quirky, cheerful and young, as usual. Around 10 pm the tiny basement dance floor opened up so we went down to have a look. At first we were alone with the handsome dj and bartender but soon the space began to fill up. At the end of the evening we said farewell and snagged Velib’s to return to our respective homes.

I spent most of Saturday catching up on my blog and babying my hurt heel (which I will take to the doctor if it isn’t better by Tuesday morning). Jared W stopped by again for apéro but then had to leave for a pressing engagement. I had a Joël Robuchon meal for dinner, though not at one of his restaurants: it was a frozen chicken spaghetti dish proudly bearing his brand. Actually quite good, as is much of the frozen food here.

On Sunday morning I checked l’Officiel des Spectacles to see what art exhibitions around the city were about to close. It was the last weekend for the current crop of shows at the Palais de Tokyo so I headed over after lunch. Nothing could top acquaalta from last year, but I found several of the exhibitions thoroughly enjoyable.

Simon Evans uses lots of words (in English) but also has a good eye for their visual impact.

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Detail of “Wallpaper” (2015) by Simon Evans from his exhibition “Not Not Knocking on Heaven’s Door” at the Palais de Tokyo.

I really liked the look of the many diverse works in the Jean-Michel Alberola exhibition. The concepts were sometimes intelligible to me and sometimes not, but they were intriguing even when incomprehensible.

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A few works by Jean-Michel Alberola from the exhibition “L’aventure des détails” at Palais de Tokyo.

My favorite show was the complex “Double Je, artisans d’art et artistes.” First came a short story which they give you to peruse as you wait in line to enter. The story takes place in a large complex of rooms occupied by an artist and her wife. There is a crime of some sort, it seems, perhaps by a spectral intruder. The rooms and their contents were then created by a series of artists in different media and styles. It’s impossible to capture the breathtaking scope of this exhibition but here are two glimpses.

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View of one room of the exhibition, “Double Je, artisans d’art et artistes” at the Palais de Tokyo

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View of the Labyrinth room of the exhibition, “Double Je, artisans d’art et artistes” at the Palais de Tokyo

There was also an exhibition that I hated, “The Light of the Light,” which you can see in this clip. It may be a witty send-up of extravagant and glitzy art but I think it should be possible to criticize bad art without yourself making more of it.

At the end of the afternoon I caught up with two Korean guys I had met on the Bordeaux wine tour of Saint-Emilion last week. They had met each other during their freshman year at Washington University in Saint Louis, then they had both done their two-year military commitment. The were almost through a whirlwind tour of European capitals; their first visit to Europe. Next fall they will return to Saint Louis to finish college.

When I headed down to métro Etienne-Marcel to meet them I outsmarted myself. I grabbed a bike from the Velib’ stand at my front door and rode down, planning to drop it off near the station. That stand was full, however, and when I looked at the Velib’ app I realized that all the stands were full in the entire area, up to a couple of blocks from my apartment, where there were four empty spots.

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I rode back up there, dropped off the bike, and walked back to Etienne-Marcel just in time. The bike share system is great but you have to be careful when you’re going to a trendy area at a peak time.

We started with coffee and people-watching at LB Café at the corner of rue Montorgueil and rue Tiquetonne, then came up to my place for an apéro. One of them had bought a 30-euro bottle of Saint-Emilion Grand Cru on our winery visit, so when he said he was bringing a bottle of wine I joked that this was my favorite variety, assuming that he was saving it as a gift or for a special occasion. He called my bluff, however, by bringing it and letting me share it with them! (It was just as good as we remembered from the winery tasting.)

My new Korean friends with their bottle of Saint-Emilion Grand Cru.

My new Korean friends with their bottle of Saint-Emilion Grand Cru.

After polishing off that excellent bottle we headed out for dinner. We first took a spin around the quarter, then they settled on Au Rocher de Cancale, partly because of its historic association with Balzac. We had a perfectly decent French meal, starting with their first ever escargots (which were actually quite good).

My Korean friends contemplate their first escargots with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

My Korean friends contemplate their first escargots with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

Being Asian they had to photograph their main dishes.

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But then so did I…

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Cod with leeks. A classic French dish.

After dinner we came back up to my place and settled down for some serious drinking, per Korean custom. We had no soju so we had to make do with less prestigious vintages, in particular a Bordeaux Superior that I had bought at Marché U for 5.50 euros. We agreed that it wasn’t quite as delicious as the Grand Cru but was perfectly drinkable.

The most remarkable thing they had to say was that I was the first older man they had ever spoken with on an equal basis! Confucian rules concerning respect for elders apparently cast a deadly pall over communication between young and old in Korea. Young people have to be so deferential that they can’t say what they think or ask what they want to know. I had noticed that Asian guys seemed to be more interested in knowing me than were guys from other cultures but I didn’t understand the context as well before. Another issue they mentioned was more specific to Korea: Change has been so rapid there that older people typically are completely out of touch with contemporary culture. Because of this older people in Korea seemed more alien to them than I did!

They left to get home before the métro closed, and they’re off to Amsterdam today. We’re Facebook friends now, however, and we agreed to keep in touch.

Mot du jour: « cho ». One often sees this in “social networking” profiles. Initially I assumed that it was short for « chômeur » (unemployed), but this didn’t seem like a particularly enticing thing to mention. Later I was told that it’s phonetic for « chaud » (hot), so this was what I said to Jared W when he asked. He subsequently clarified, however, that in this context « chaud » means “horny.” Duh.

Sawyer, Seth and the Fête de la musique

23 Tuesday Jun 2015

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Every year on June 21 Paris celebrates la Fête de la musique (The Festival of Musique), an astonishing city-wide street party. As I’ve explained in prior posts, this is sort of a secular Mardi Gras, with intellectual roots in pagan solstice festivals. It’s also celebrated elsewhere in France and in other countries; there are even a few events in the U.S., but nothing like in Paris.

I had invited my Japanese house guest, Kohei, to wander through it with me, but then I noticed a pic on my Facebook feed of a handsome young man posing with the Eiffel Tower in the background. Sawyer is an American living in Sydney who I had encountered through his blog four or five years ago but had never met in person. He was here with his best friend Joshua and his ex-boyfriend Seth, so we got together to stroll across Paris in the afternoon and again to experience the Fête de la musique in the evening. It was wonderful to finally meet Sawyer in person! And an additional pleasure to meet his friends — especially Seth, who shares many of my literary and philosophical interests.

Bob, Joshua, Sawyer and Seth at la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Bob, Joshua, Sawyer and Seth at la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Our precise trajectory was complex: Joshua didn’t arrive until late afternoon, and Kohei had slept in, so the afternoon walkers were Sawyer, Seth and me. We met at métro Étienne Marcel, then walked up rue Montorgueil to see my place (where we woke up Kohei), then strolled along the Grands Boulevards to the Place de la République, over to Canal Saint-Martin, down to Place des Vosges, then over to the inevitable Open Café. They then headed back to their hotel in Clichy to meet up with Josh, and I went home to catch up with Kohei. We reconvened in my quarter, bought cheap beers from a supermarket, and strolled over to the Marais. Each member of our group reacted differently to the rising tide of music and the rapidly growing crowd. After we all had a light dinner Kohei went off to meet a new friend while Sawyer and Joshua headed back to their hotel to sleep off their jet lag. Seth and I, however, found the impending chaos thrilling and dove right in.

Seth outside Cox bar at la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Seth outside Cox bar in the Marais at la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Selfie by friends we haven't made yet, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Selfie by friends we haven’t made yet, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Brass Jazz music on rue Quincampoix, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Brass Jazz music on rue Quincampoix, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

The brass band was winding down by the time I snagged this little video, but you can still appreciate the flavor of the occasion:
Video Clip of Brass Jazz band on rue Quincampoix, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015

At the end of the evening I walked Seth to his station (the métro runs all night on la Fête de la Musique), then strolled back home.

I first encountered a trance dance party in the shadow of massive Saint-Eustache. I grabbed a panoramic video clip of the scene, starting with a cheerful older woman, then soaring to breathtaking heights.

On rue Montorgueil, as I neared home, I stopped to appreciate an attractive group of young people who were playing music and dancing.

Selfie by more friends we haven't made yet, on rue Montorgueil, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

Selfie by more friends we haven’t made yet, on rue Montorgueil, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015.

This is the best of several video clips of that group: Video clip “I Still Want You So,” rue Montorgueil, la Fête de la Musique, Paris, June 21, 2015

I had commented to a Boston friend a few days before that my Paris visit this year had been nice but had lacked an over-the-top awesome experience. I take it back.

Mot du jour: « vraiment pas mal », “Quite good.” To a jaded Parisian nothing is ever good (bon) or very good (très bon). If something is quite ok you might say that it’s not bad (pas mal) and if it’s really excellent you can say it’s truly not bad (vraiment pas mal).

Paris – After the Top Ten Sights

21 Monday Jul 2014

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The Top Ten Sights

[If you just want to see what my life in Paris has been like you can skip this post.]

On your first visit to Paris, like everyone else, you will go up the Eiffel Tower.

Iconic!

Iconic!

You will go to the Louvre and take a snapshot of the Mona Lisa.  You will gaze in awe at the facade of Notre-Dame. You will have an ice cream made by Berthillon on l’Île Saint-Louis. You will take a Bateau Mouche tour of the Seine. You will stroll along the Champs-Elysée up to the Arc de Triomphe.

Arc de Triomphe

Arc de Triomphe

You will eat a soggy crêpe at a stand in the Latin Quarter. You will climb the south slope of Montmartre up to Sacré Coeur and be dazzled by the view.

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In all of those places you will be surrounded by other tourists doing exactly the same things, clutching their maps and mobile phones to ensure that they never stray from the well-worn Tourist Track.

Not only will you do these things, you must do them, and you should do them. Why? Because these places are iconic, and your friends would never forgive you if you didn’t. Because that’s what it means to go to Paris for the first time. And, last but not least, because they’re fabulous. It is not tragic that everywhere you go those first few days will be excruciatingly touristy. It’s normal.

Every travel book will tell you how to see the top ten tourist spots over your first few days, and I leave this task to them. But when you have gotten this out of your system — after your first few days, or on your second visit — read on. This post is about what to do after you’ve seen the top sights.

Getting Ready for More

First off you will need some technology. Get the RATP app, the Métro app and the TripAdvisor City Guide app that I describe in my Getting Into Paris post. These will help you get around and enable you to stray as far as you like from the beaten path without anxiety. And if your battery runs out just stroll for a bit until you run across a métro station. They all have detailed maps with a red dot labelled « Vous Etes Ici » (You Are Here). While you may have to change lines once or twice there will always be a station within a few blocks of your hotel.

Next, find out what’s happening in Paris. One excellent resource is the City of Paris English web site at this link (and there’s lots more on the French language site). For under a euro you can pick up a copy of Pariscope or l’officiel des spectacles at any newsstand (they come out on Wednesday). The text is in French but you should be able to puzzle out most of the listings even if you don’t read the language. Look in particular for exhibitions at the Grand Palais and Petit Palais.

Last but not least, shift gears. You are no longer checking off “must-see” sights. It is not important that you see the eleventh through twentieth best things in Paris. What you want now is to have some personally rewarding experiences, connecting in one way or other with this big, complex and fascinating city. Slow down, let your blood pressure drop a few points, and look up from your maps! What aspects of the city do you want to explore over these next few days?

Indoor or Outdoor?

The first big question is whether you’ll be exploring outdoors or looking for something under a roof. This obviously depends on weather as well as your own preferences. My one additional observation is that Paris can be lovely in the rain if you have the right gear to keep warm and dry, and you’ll want that gear anyway to get to an indoor destination if it’s raining.

Indoor Options

These are just a few suggestions out of a myriad of wonderful indoor options. Do two things in each case on line before you set out: Check the opening days and hours, and see what special exhibitions are on offer.

  • Musée d’Orsay
    This wonderful museum is on many top-ten lists, but if not it certainly deserves top consideration as your next indoor destination. Buy your tickets on line or at a travel agent to avoid the ticket line, which can be more than an hour long. When you enter go left and take the elevator or escalators up to the fifth floor, to start with the Impressionist masterpieces. There’s plenty more on lower floors but you don’t want to risk getting tired before you reach the top.
  • Pompidou Center
    The Pompidou is fun to look at since its structural elements and mechanical systems are on the outside, color coded. But it also has a great collection of modern art, an ok collection of contemporary art, and interesting rotating exhibitions. Your ticket also lets you see whatever is going on an the French first floor, opposite the escalators to the main floors. And whatever you do, check out the view from the top floor.
  • Musée des Arts et Métiers
    If you like machines and technology allow a half-day for this enormous grab-bag of mechanical stuff, ranging from tiny scientific instruments to giant steam engines.
  • Musée Carnavalet (closed for renovations until the end of 2019) This is the museum of the history of Paris. It’s also a marvelous grab-bag — of art, furnishings and memorabilia. Like all the City of Paris museums, it’s free, and closed on Mondays. But note that until the end of 2019 collections from the French Revolution, 19th century and the Belle Époque are closed for renovation.
  • Opéra Garnier
    Strangely, I’ve never taken the tour of this utterly gorgeous building, but friends tell me it’s excellent. (I have been to several performances in the new opera building at Bastille. It’s a great space but you must reserve in the first few days tickets go on sale to get affordable tickets.)
  • Catacombs of Paris
    These vast underground tunnels are where the bones are stashed when construction work wipes out a cemetery, most notably by Haussmann’s renovation of Paris in the mid 19th century. It’s ghoulish but fascinating. I’ve described the experience thusly: Ten minutes of “When do we get to the bones?” Ten minutes of silence. Then half an hour of “When do we get to the end of the bones?”
  • Other Museums
    There are a hundred museums in Paris!  Among those I’ve enjoyed are le Musée Rodin (which needs good weather because at least half the masterpieces are in the extensive gardens), the odd and wonderful le Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature, the informative Institut du monde arabe (which offers a great view from the roof even if you don’t want to buy a ticket to the museum), the primitive-art-museum-that-dare-not-speak-its-name le musée du quai Branly, one of several house-museums, le Musée Jaquemart-André, the city’s answer to the Pompidou, the Musée d’art moderne, and the adjacent — wild and wooly — contemporary art museum, the  Palais de Tokyo (but confirm first that the exhibitions are open). Some are quite obscure, but nearly all will reward your time. How about trying a museum that isn’t in the guidebook, or even in this post??  A full list is at this link.

Outdoor Options

    • People-Watching from a Café
      This is one of the most delightful things you can do in Paris. You can do it almost anywhere, but here are some of my favorite spots.

      • My favorite street for people watching is rue Montorgueil in the 2e, and my very favorite table is at the LB Café with a view down rue Tiquetonne as well as up and down Montorgueil. You will see all sorts of people, from stylish youths to women pushing baby carriages, to still-elegant retirees. Some foreign tourists — increasing every year — but still mostly French. Order an expensive coffee or kir and nurse it for an hour or two as you take in the passing parade!  Then become part of the parade yourself as you stroll up to the top of the street, beyond the arch, to check out the L’Oasis d’Aboukir.
      • A close second, though much more touristy, is L’Étoile Manquante on rue Vielle du Temple in the Marais, at the intersection with rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie. Or if you want a stronger gay flavor, the classic Open Café on rue des Archives.
      • Another busy and stylish place is Bercy Village, a posh shopping area at the Cour Saint-Émilion métro stop.
    •  Stroll Along the Promenade Plantée
      This is a linear park along the top of a disused railway viaduct – the (earlier) Parisian version of New York’s High Line. Depending on the season it has beautiful flowers, and always offers commanding city views. The elevated portion ends with a pedestrian bridge over the green center of the Jardin de Reuilly, a favorite sunbathing spot. You can plan lunch at le Janissaire, then continue another mile or so along a portion of the tracks that ran through a depressed cut. Or you can window shop your way back to Bastille by dozens of artist studios and art-related stores that have been created in the arches of the viaduct.
    • Have a Picnic
      There are so many great parks to choose from!  A few of my favorites are:

      • the lovely little Place des Vosges and the similar garden of the Palais Royal
      • the big and beautiful Jardin du Luxembourg
      • posh little Parc Monceau
      • large and hilly and un-touristy Parc Montsouris
      • spectacular though somewhat remote Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, which has the wonderful ginguette Rosa Bonheur in the top corner (near métro Botzaris), and the delightful little Temple de la Sibylle overlooking its man-made lake.
      • The Bois de Vincennes on the east side of Paris (like the Bois de Boulougne on the west) is dauntingly enormous, but there are great things to do there: rent a boat on the lake, visit the gorgeous Parc Floral, go to the brand-new zoo, tour the Château de Vincennes, etc. Just make sure the métro stop you go to is within walking distance of the part of the park you’re aiming for!

      But don’t limit yourself to parks. There are other lovely spots to picnic.

      • The banks of the Seine are classic spots for a picnic, especially around or in the vicinity of the two islands at the city’s center. Just go down one of the flights of steps and find your perfect spot.
      • Another favorite place to picnic is along the banks of the Canal Saint-Martin in the 10e. Most charming is the section from rue du Faubourg du Temple (where it emerges from its long tunnel) up to the bend when it turns towards the east.

      Everyone seems to have wine or beer with their picnics, except in parks where a sign specifically prohibits alcohol, but the legal picture in theory appears to be quite complex. My thought is that if others are drinking in the same area and you aren’t rowdy you are unlikely to get more than a warning. In particular there doesn’t seem to be an “open container” law like in the U.S., just prohibitions on actually drinking in public.

    • Take a Walking Tour
      Strangely, I’ve never taken an organized tour, but it should be worthwhile. There are good self-guided walking tours in the TripAdvisor City Guide app mentioned above, and if you speak French and have data on your mobile there are fascinating (albeit uneven) self-guided tours at ParisInconnu.com that I enjoyed in 2014.
    • Get Lost on Your Own!
      This is my favorite thing to do in Paris. You always find something interesting, especially if you’re willing to divert from your original plan to do down a curious alley or investigate an attractive patch of greenery. Here are some possible areas to try, but don’t let this list limit you. In each case zig-zag through the area, exploring side streets, arcades (passages) and alleys as well as the main street.

        • Le Marais, 4e
          The lower Marais, the 4e arrondissement, is a classic area for strolling — and getting lost. There are plenty of restaurants and shops, open even on Sunday. The busiest and most touristy area is north of rue de Rivoli but I recommend a quieter stroll also on the other side of rue de Rivoli, including the little pedestrian area called Village Saint-Paul.
        • Montorgueil, 2e
          This is a nest of narrow pedestrianized streets chock full of shops, restaurants and bars.
        • Latin Quarter, 5e and 6e
          There are curious walking areas in every direction from the fountain of Saint Michel. Notice the throngs of tourists to the east. Check out the many bookstores downhill from Odéon. Stroll up past the Sorbonne to the Panthéon, then continue down to the charming old market street rue Mouffetard.
        • rue de Charonne, 11e
          This is a hip and slightly edgy area. Be sure to go up and down the side streets!
        • Montmartre, 18e
          Lots of tourists, but also lots of fun windy streets. Be sure to explore the north side of the hill as well as the busier south side.
        • Passy-Auteuil, 16e
          Yes, this is where the rich people live. And indeed there are sterile canyons of wealthy apartments. But some of those buildings are gorgeous, and there are some nice restaurants and bars there if you can put up with locals dripping with money and privilege (and English). Start at with a coffee at posh La Gare, at métro La Muette.

      I never worry much about safety in the daytime – you can basically go anywhere within the Peripherique highway (which you can’t cross without noticing!) At night you might want to ask your hotel if you plan to stray far from the touristy zones, but even in the dark much of the city feels quite safe. The type of crime you’re more likely to encounter is a pickpocket or mobile-snatcher on the métro, at a railroad station or in a crowded museum or other tourist area, though kids from the rougher suburbs are reputed to go in for street robberies now and then. There are also scams such as petitions, shell games, gold rings, etc. that you should just ignore. Paris is beefing up its police presence to reduce crime against tourists.

Day Trips Outside of Paris

In the unlikely event that you run out of things to do in Paris proper I am a big fan of the guidebook, An Hour From Paris. I’ve done a dozen day trips from it over my years in Paris, each accessible by train:

      • Chantilly
      • Château d’Écouen – Musée national de la Renaissance
      • La Ferté-Milon and a 4-1/2 mile walk along the Canal de l’Ourcq (wonderful)
      • The Jean-Jacques Rousseau museum in Montmorency
      • Parc de Sceaux (only 15 minutes from Paris; gorgeous though rather recent restoration of Le Nôtre park)
      • Crécy-la-Chapelle (wonderful though requires a train change)
      • Conflans-Sainte-Honorine and Andrésy (wonderful)
      • Champs-sur-Marne (where the château has now reopened)
      • Albert Kahn museum and garden in Boulogne
      • Alfred Sisley Pilgrimage to Moret-sur-Loing
      • Senlis
      • Provins
      • Rambouillet

Eating!

Last but not least, Paris is a paradise for food. My own forays have only scratched the surface but you can check out Dining Off (and On) the Beaten Path if you like. The TripAdvisor City Guide has suggestions and reviews. You might also like the The Fork site or app, which allows online reservations and also offers discounts.

Farewells and Jaime’s First Day

27 Friday Jun 2014

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As this year’s Paris visit winds down I’ve been saying goodbye to one friend after another. Tuesday evening I had my farewell dinner with Alexis. We realized that when we first met, in 2010, Alexis had just arrived in Paris after eight years in the U.S. So my petits séjours, and our friendship, have been almost exactly coterminous with his own time in Paris. It was most interesting to look back on our experiences here, as well as looking forward at where his diplomatic career is likely to take him next.

Alexis and Bob with dinner at La Rotonde, at the southern end of the Bassin de la Villette.

Alexis and Bob with dinner at La Rotonde, at the southern end of the Bassin de la Villette.

We ate at La Rotonde de la Villette, at métro Stalingrad. The restaurant is in a lovely building, one of the gates in the customs wall built in 1784 by the Farmers General, at the foot of the Bassin de la Villette. We got a nice table on the terrace; the food was good and reasonably priced; the servers were young, attractive and well-intentioned. What could go wrong? Alas, the servers were also completely disorganized. I would go there again, just being prepared for some confusion in the course of an otherwise lovely meal.

On Wednesday I did another walk from ParisInconnu.com, this time around the Place de la Nation, which I had never properly explored. It had been another of the gates in the Farmers General wall, which was otherwise demolished in 1850. The main feature is two pillars, one in the 11th arrondissement and the other in the 12th. But the very fact that there is no particular reason to visit Place de la Nation insulates it from tourists.

Columns built in 1787 at the site of the Farmers General customs wall, now Place de la Nation. The statues on top were added in 1845.

Columns built in 1787 at the site of the Farmers General customs wall, now Place de la Nation. The statues on top were added in 1845.

The view of the nearby Ledoux tower from my table on the terrace of Chez Prosper, Nation, Paris.

The view of the nearby Ledoux tower from my table on the terrace of Chez Prosper, Place de la Nation, Paris.

I was especially delighted to discover another delightful neighborhood restaurant, Chez Prosper, right next to one of the pillars. I had a huge tandoori chicken salad for 12,5 euros, which still came to under 20 euros including a generous glass of merlot and a noisette (espresso with a dollop of steamed milk).

Tandoori chicken salad at Chez Prosper, Nation, Paris. Delicious and huge.

Tandoori chicken salad at Chez Prosper, Nation, Paris. Delicious and huge.

Chez Prosper, Nation, Paris.

Chez Prosper, Nation, Paris.

That evening Zhizhong came over for a quick farewell. He has been such a big part of this year’s trip! It was indeed a heartfelt au revoir.

Jaime had been scheduled to arrive on Wednesday evening, but his flight from Madrid was cancelled due to a French air traffic controller’s strike and he had to take an overnight train, which brought him in on Thursday morning. We walked around the Seine, through Palais Royale, then had lunch at Café du Centre on rue Montorgueil, my neighborhood from prior years.

Jaime at Notre Dame cathedral.

Jaime at Notre Dame cathedral.

Bob's Belle Niçoise at Café du Centre on rue Montorgueil.

Bob’s Belle Niçoise at Café du Centre on rue Montorgueil.

Jaime with our lunches at Café du Centre on rue Montorgueil.

Jaime with our lunches at Café du Centre on rue Montorgueil.

Jaime admiring the patisseries at Stohrer's on rue Montorgueil.

Jaime admiring the patisseries at Stohrer’s on rue Montorgueil.

Last evening my new French friend Sylvain joined us at my place for an apéro, then we went up to Nanashi in the Haut Marais for dinner. Sylvain had not previously been to the restaurant but he enjoyed his meal and I think he’ll be introducing it to his friends.

Sylvain and Jaime at the window of my 2014 apartment in Saint-Paul.

Sylvain and Jaime at the window of my 2014 apartment in Saint-Paul.

Bob's delicious shirashi at Nanaki in the haut Marais.

Bob’s delicious shirashi at Nanashi in the haut Marais.

After dinner Sylvain headed home and Jaime and I went to a very cool bar that Alexis had introduced me to last year, Le Comptoir Général. There was a fairly long line to get in, and it wasn’t moving, but after ten minutes someone from the bar pulled me and Jaime out of line and let us in ahead of everyone else! White beard privilege? At an African-themed bar?? We had a couple of delicious and moderately-priced cocktails while soaking in the scene and watching Algeria crush Russia with a 1-1 tie (?!?) in their World Cup match.

Jaime and Bob at half-time in the Algeria-Russia World Cup soccer match, at Comptoir Général.

Jaime and Bob at half-time in the Algeria-Russia World Cup soccer match, at Comptoir Général.

One of the handsome young bartenders at Comptoir Général.

One of the handsome young bartenders at Comptoir Général.

It was after midnight when we tottered out of the bar, which is along the bank of the Canal Saint-Martin. As usual on a summer evening the banks of the canal were full of happy little groups of young people. I was shocked to learn that a new ordinance banned public drinking along the Canal after 9 pm, but pleased to note that it was being universally ignored.

Canal Saint-Martin at midnight. Summer in Paris!

Canal Saint-Martin at midnight. Summer in Paris!

We caught the last métro home and called it a night.

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