Central Paris is divided up into twenty ‘arrondissements’, or municipal districts. Each is interesting in its own way. We’re in the 7th Arrondissement, which includes the Eiffel Tower and Les Invalides and major art museums, including Musée d’Orsay, Musee Rodin, and the Musée du quai Branly. It has a rich history.
The building where we’re staying appears to be old enough to have gone through both world wars. Though later work on the interior of our place mask its age, you can see in the wood floors and occasional older features that it’s by no means a new building.
On Wednesday we started off with breakfast at La Terasse. We had delicious onion soup there the night before, and we were both in the mood for some kind of substantial breakfast and heard they had just the thing. So we enjoyed ham and cheese omelets and good coffee.
Still pretty groggy from the trip, we ventured out for breakfast and then to Rue Cler to pick up some food and enjoy all the scents of fresh produce, delicious cheeses and fresh breads and sweets, and it sure didn’t disappoint! We came home with apples and some good cheese that the proprietor specially paired with the Wine that Corinne had left us with: some incredibly subtle goat cheese (chèvre) and a delicious piece of Comte. We could have gone hog wild and gotten more of everything, but I think we were still tired and, happy with what we had, headed home. On the way we found several grocery stores where more mundane stuff could be purchased. Oh, and at Rue Cler, we also didn’t forget to pick up more croissants.
We crashed in the afternoon — more jet lag — and got up in time to enjoy the fruits of our visit to Rue Cler before heading out to visit the Eiffel Tower. It’s about 15 minutes to the west of us, pretty much a straight shot down our street, a couple of jogs to the left and there we were. Puddles from the rains that day were still apparent, but runners in the park enjoyed the fresh air. And standing at the foot of the tower you could appreciate this enormous fusion of engineering and art and wonder how this immense iron structure with all its gracefulness could have been designed and built in 1889 for the World’s Fair in Paris. It’s also hard to imagine that it was thought of by some as quite ugly and more than a few wanted it torn down after the fair. Good that cooler heads prevailed, i’d say!
As we left the park it was getting dark. Turning back one last time before heading out we saw that the lights on the tower had gone on, and the whole thing had taken on a whole different look. Brilliant and glowing. I can’t wait for our visits there on the evening of the 28th and again during the day on Oct 10.
Back home to see again if we can get some kind of sleep at night time and start getting on Paris time.