After I kept finding little notes in our Paris hotel room, I was half-tempted to start leaving them around for myself. I might even do it here at home. I could put a little sign in the cupboard. "If you smile 😀 you won't be able to stuff your face 💀with cookies 🍪."
This is the Hôtel de Sens a medieval mansion turned arts library and exhibition gallery. We walked past it in the Marais every day and kept admiring its turrets, towers and red trim. The garden is a pleasant place with all sorts of flowers.
The exhibition gallery was closed when we tried to go in.
Here's the Canal Saint-Martin. It is supposed to be a trendy area for housing and nightlife, and there are markets further along the way, but nothing was happening when I was there, early in the morning.
The Rue de Croissant had to be photographed:
Speaking of pastry:
The pistachio eclair was excellent. Why can't we get them here? We can barely get vanilla. It's unfair.
On a more wholesome note, there was a fruit stand near our hotel that had exquisite displays, priced as you would expect:
I wanted everything:
We should tie pretty ribbons on our melons:
Here is the lobby and breakfast room in our hotel. I like the odd juxtaposition duck-egg paint and blue upholstery.
Modern reliquaries with humorous tags. I would be Saint Hairball.
This pistachio eclair was not a great as the previous one but it was still better than almost any American eclair:
An exceptional Jewish food and spice shop in the Marais. The open bags of spices made it smell like the souks in Egypt:
Someone was always sitting on this point of the Ile Saint-Louis. This time there were picnics.
What did we bring home? Caramels. Tea, more tea, and extra tea. A colorful cotton scarf edged with tiny tassels. A hard-to-find Barbara Pym novel from Shakespeare & Company (I had to climb to the top of the ladder to reach it). Three of the simple, colorless toothbrushes I always buy in Paris. Chocolate-orange biscuits from Marks & Spencer, advertised on the package as "more chocolate than biscuit." A pretty, faceted and stripey mineral from the rock shop on the Ile, which I will show you later. Three big, bright, plastic wristwatches that were a promotional gift for my husband from his colleagues — he loves them; I do not. I'd been planning to buy a certain green suede, fringed bag from Sézane, which I'd admired on their website. But when I saw it in person I didn't like it. So no big splurges, but that's okay.
Here's one last bateau-mouche before we head home and unpack, and then go west to Brimfield:
Au revoir, Paris.