Thursday, April 19, 2007


I returned a few days ago from a week in Paris. It was the event of the spring for me. My husband is there for business for a month, so I joined him for a week. The weather was perfect: high 60s and low 70s with sunshine every day. My luggage went on to Tahiti, so for the first 48 hours I had to improvise a bit on wardrobe, but found out about a store similar to Target where I got an extra outfit. As promised by Air France, I had my bags in 48 hours.

Being the anti-tourist, I did not exactly do the sites. But our hotel was just a few blocks from the Champs Elysees and the Arch de Triomph. That particular avenue is like being at City Walk in LA with hordes of people and non-stop shopping opportunities. One day I walked all the way to the Tuilleries and then to the Musee D'Orsay, where I saw impressionist paintings. I love seeing the real thing and the Impressionists are my favorites.

Another highlight was Shakespeare and Company Bookstore in the Latin Quarter. It is in another location from the original, in a crumbling old building that looked like it was being held up by the books. I purchased Zazie on the Metro, by Raymond Queneau, a sort of cult classic of French fiction which I learned about when researching what to read before I went. When you buy a book at Shakespeare and Company you get a rubber stamp on the title page that says, "Shakespeare and Company Sylvia Beach Whitman Foundation Kilometer Zero Paris." Today I learned that Paris is measured by kilometers from the Seine and the bookstore is right there on the Left Bank.

Lots of great meals, lots of wine, lots of walking and riding the Metro. The light in the City of Light is truly special and unique. There is no way to describe it. You have to experience it. Cigarettes are purchased at a Tabac, a sort of mini mart that also often has tables out front and coffee, beer and wine are served. When I went to Ireland a couple years ago, I kept saying, "Ireland has a smell." It was a combination of rashers frying, peat burning and sheep shit. Well, Paris has a smell also, made up of a musty sewer, restaurant cooking and perfume. The women all look amazing and wear high heels and the men are dark and skinny. I loved all of it.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous10:48 AM

    Dear Judy,

    I am happy to know that you loved Paris and its people. Parisians are often described as arrogant by American tourists, but if taken at their own merit, they are fascinating species.

    From A to Z