Yesterday, our penultimate day in Paris for this trip,I wrapped a large chiffon scarf over my shoulders to keep them from burning and took my wrinkled linen pants out for a stroll in the welcome-enough-in-the-morning heat.
We walked past the Saturday Marché at the foot of the “mountain,” stopping to admire these two kids and their human kid fans . . .
Then we headed over to the Right Bank, to this wonderful stationery store that specializes in calligraphy supplies. I had a pleasant 15 minutes ferreting for two beautiful cards while Pater sketched outside, and when I came out, we both wondered what the crowds were about. . . Was the shop on some kind of recommended list? People were clutching some kind of brochure in their hands and studying it as they arrived at the charming traditional green exterior. They were popping their head inside, and they seemed to be picking up some kind of stamped tickets. hmmmmm, wonder what that’s about. . .
As is so often the case, I was quickly distracted by some beautiful windows . . . That delicate bowl, those beautiful scissors, are made of wood, and the clothes here are fait main (handmade) in France.
We ambled around the neighbourhood, past yet more imposing ecclesiastical architecture and a lovely example of French chic of a certain age . . . (She will be taking that elegant coat off or dying of heat within the next hour, bien sûr)
And then turned a corner near the Hôtel de Ville to find the answer to the mystery we pondered earlier. Apparently all those eager visitors to the calligraphy shop were clutching the directions for a scavenger hunt organized by the city . . . .looked like fun, but we had other ambling plans . . .
So we worked our way past the two islands and back over to the Rive Gauche to pick up a few sketching pens at the venerable Sennelier, in whose wonderfully stocked, slightly cramped, evocatively aromatic quarters one can imagine famous artists throughout the decades shopping . . .
Note the charm, again, of that traditional green exterior painted with traditional gold lettering
Windows to get lost in . . .
A bit further along, our amble slowed even more as we checked out all the gallery windows in the Carré Rive Gauche. . . I’ve been trying not to pull the camera out quite so often, but I wanted to be able to show knitting friends this imaginative use of the craft in the chair below . . .
And yet another store in that traditional green and gold . . . The name of this children’s wear store isn’t so traditional, though it’s certainly recognizable to any parent . .
We stopped for lunch not much later, I’m glad to say, enjoying a pleasant hour and a half on the sidewalk outside Le Nemrod, refreshed by the sporadic mists dispensed by their brilliant climatisation, so much more pleasant than frigid air conditioning.
Next on the list? Checking out Paris’ new Les Berges, a promenade along the Seine, on the left bank from roughly just in front of the Orsay to somewhere near Quai Branly. In the summer heat of a weekend, it was thoroughly festive yesterdAy. We didn’t get far before we were captivated by the culmination of an apparently weeks-long hip-hop competition. My camera battery died on me, but I grabbed a bit of the flavour before that happened . . .
Then a leisurely stroll home,taking a different route toward the 13th and coming across this building, its ornamentation finely gilded by the lowering sun
We’ve stayed in the 13th for 6 or 7 weeks over the last few years, but Paris doesn’t let us take her for granted. Savouring this pleasant little surprise, we settled into a nearby brasserie for a simple dinner and then strolled home.
Today, our last day here, was equally slow, just as ambly, a little warmer, and marked by lists of what we plan to do when we get back to Vancouver tomorrow evening. . . What’s usually first on your list (besides laundry, that is)?
Looks gorgeous!
It is hot and sunny here too!
I have been wearing my linen shirt quite a bit and have been looking for a linen dress. I love how you look in those pants.
I hope the weather holds for me to enjoy it there for a bit.
As for the linen, it's so comfortable and I've decided just to embrace the wrinkles. 😉
Your second last day seems to have been perfectly spent – last glimpses, a good meal, a little shopping, storing it all up for those November and February afternoons in the foggy woods.
What do I do on a first day home after a trip? Laundry, cups of tea, wander through the garden to see what's gone on……..
Yes! Tea and my garden are high on my list for my return.
Laundry is usually first on my list and I bustle too fast back into regular life.
Welcome home – don't do to much bustling
It's tough not to bustle, isn't it? I've been thinking a bit about how to incorporate some holiday pleasure/pace into the quotidian bustle . . .
Looks lovely. That's such a good warm weather outfit.
Thanks, it did work well, but I was really wishing for my swimsuit and a good plunge!
It looks wonderful. I can't believe you are home so soon! And I love the wide-leg pants. So Moroccan, sort of.;)
It did seem to pass quickly for six weeks, didn't it?!
The wide-leg are such fun to wear, and I might try them out more often at home where they may seem even more exotic, even Moroccan. . . 😉
This was a lovely, Sunday evening (for me) stroll through Paris. I'm going to go back and examine all your photos in detail. Hope you are settling into life at home again. A wander through the garden is usually what I do first in the summer. And leaf through the mail, although there's less and less of that these days.
I forgot about the mail! Yes, even though there's less of it, and even though that part is mainly junk and bills, I still love leafing through the big stack of it that's accumulated.
You look nice and cool in that outfit.
Thank you for taking us window shopping with you!