A quieter day today. Al went off to his French class this morning. Mostly conversation with other students. Some do not speak English as their first language- which forces them to not fall back on using their mother tongue. French is a common language. He also went to the Paris Rotary and enjoyed the other members.
Meanwhile, I went to my first neighborhood market (this is a method I have chosen to assure that I visit places throughout the city- there are markets in every arrondissement, in a guide called Markets of Paris). Today’s outing was to Enfants Rouge in the 3rd arrondissement.
It was a very small, covered market. More specifically, there were about 4 vendors surrounded by open-air restaurants. Kind of a French food court with better food than in our food courts.
I bought pears (the fruit here is great-ripe and juicy), potatoes and carrots. I ate lunch at a Moroccan place- a large plate of chicken and roasted vegetables (10E) with endless bread to sop up the juices.
A local cat came to each table and patiently waited for scraps.
A walk around the neighborhood included lots of upscale clothing shops and a park full of Parisians eating their lunches.
Next stop was Mussee d’Orsay. On the way, I saw a poster for our own Jonny Lang performing here in October.
A light bulb went on in my brain. Most Metro stations have a map of the area near the exit. I should take a picture of the map when I leave a new station to find the place I am going. Much easier than trying to memorize the map, or pull out my big map.
The Mussee d’Orsay is an old railroad station- worth visiting to see the building as much as the art. Very crowded in the afternoon. I will go back in the morning. I spent considerable time looking at my Fr-English dictionary translating titles- most of which ended up being a description of the picture like “Uphill Walk through Tall Grass”- exactly what was in the scene.An enjoyable time sitting alongside the Seine in the shade
and then a walk down Rue de Bac (was there once a box factory there?) to the Metro. Stopped at Eric Kayser Artisan Boulanger. Bought baguette and croissants. I now understand why I see lots of Parisians walking around breaking off pieces and eating them while walking. Almost as good as chocolate.