On day three we used Cyrille’s (our AirBnb host) guide to lead us to a restaurant to have breakfast. We wandered along the streets of Pigalle until we found rue Lepic with a high concentration of restaurants and bakeries. We settled on Café des 2 Moulins because of the breakfast special, the cool interior, and the partially enclosed terrace. It’s also the brasserie at which Amélie (from the movie of the same name) worked in the film. I honestly didn’t notice and it didn’t even click until after we walked away. Oops…still cool.
For 12 euros, we were able to get a café au lait, a choice of a croissant or pain au chocolat, a 3 egg French style omelette, baguette with butter and jam, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. It was a fantastic deal and kept us full. Alex is not usually the biggest lover of bread (wtf, right??) but that morning converted him. For a month after we returned home from Europe, Alex was fixing us cafés au lait with baguette, jam, and butter for breakfast. I couldn’t complain.
We took the metro into the 4th arrondissement because we knew we wanted to go to the Notre Dame that day. We wandered around the Marais, spent some time people watching at Centre Pompidou (we didn’t go inside, but that’s on my list for next time), and enjoyed the most delicious, rose-shaped gelato at Amorino. Just after we ordered our gelato, a torrential downpour began. Thankfully, we’d already claimed a table so we were able to wait it out until it ended. This took up more time than we would have liked, but still, the people watching was great.
We made our way to the Notre Dame and spent some time taking pictures on the grounds. We’d both been inside before (and it was too late), so we needless to say, we didn’t go in this time around. The gothic cathedral was a gorgeous as ever.
From the Notre Dame, we made our way to Shakespeare and Company. This English-language bookstore is must-visit for any book-lover. The historic shop (albeit in its older location) was a hot spot for the likes of Ernest Hemingway and James Joyce. The stacks are, well, stacked from floor to ceiling, and every bit of space is used to house books of all genres. The shop houses volunteers who are aspiring artists and writers in exchange for staffing the shop and (as I’ve heard) reading a book a day. Sounds like a dream! Visitors can make use of the cozy and eclectic reading library (free of charge). It is certainly a place that I could spend days in. As a memento of my visit to the shop of my dreams, I purchased a copy of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince (which is stamped with the shop’s famous ‘Kilometre Zero’ stamp, along with a Shakespeare and Company tote bag.
We were getting hungry and were on the hunt for some delicious (French) onion soup. I found a restaurant not far from us that was noted as one of the best places in Paris for the dish, but when we arrived we the restaurant closed for summer holidays. Womp, womp. We wandered around the sixth arrondissement until we found Le Buci, which had soupe à l’oignon gratinée on the menu. Alex and I sat on the terrasse (truly my favourite part of Parisian culture has just how leisurely Parisians spend their time on a terrasse) and ordered what became our French standard for drinks: rosé for me, Kronenbourg for Alex. We each had a bowl of their delicious onion soup, and then shared an entree of what might have been the tastiest roast chicken we’ve ever had with an order of roasted potatoes and french green beans. Truly magnifique! 😉
Oh my, I thought I’d fit the rest of our time in Paris in this blog post, but this already way too long with more pictures than I’d normally like to include, but how can you possibly cut down on Paris???
Until next time…