The eagle has landed! Actually, the landing was yesterday, today was lift-off — the eagle is in flight! And a lovely fall day it is to be drifting in air …
Welcome to my neighborhood. It is bordered by the old district of Marais on one side and Les Halles on the other. The Marais, long the center of Paris’ Jewish community, has become the trendy address for galleries and shops. More recently, it is also the center of LBGT community. Les Halles has also undergone an upscale transformation from its days as the “belly of Paris” – home for centuries of Paris’ markets and food supply.
But ……. “my neighborhood” is none of the above. Instead, it is funky and fun, a mixture of the off-beat and the touristy. When the shuttle driver charged with delivering me to my temporary digs, put in the address, 71 Rambuteau on his GPS, he exclaimed – That’s the Hippy Market!
I had to reassure him that my apartment was next door. (To put it into perspective, I was the last drop-off for the shuttle, just after a couple staying at the Hôtel Royal Saint Honoré Paris — next to the Ritz, right near trendy Place Vendome.)
Oh well, I like my neighborhood best. There is an awesome patiserrie just out my front door (yes, I had just baked croissants for breakfast this morning), and an amazing charcuterie and patisserie down the street.
The Hippy Market is great fun (I did have to scope it out…) and there’s a juice bar two doors down from me that will do carrot and/or kale concoctions.
More importantly, the Pompidou Center is at the end of the block and the Brancusi Atelier, a favorite visit from my last trip. As well as St Eustache, an amazing late 16th/early 17th century cathedral that is considered a masterpiece of late Gothic architecture. It also has an amazing organ, which I would love to hear one day.
My sister Jane and her husband arrived today, and now that they have napped, showered and recharged we are about to venture out into a spectacular early fall evening. We going to St Eustache and then later to Au Pied de Couchon for a traditional French meal …. It doesn’t matter if we are running late, Au Pied de Couchon never closes!
To accompany my tour notes, I’ll include a few local shots … And more anon!