A statue of
“From 1942 to 1944, more than 11,000 children were
participation of the French Vichy government and were
killed in the death camps because they were born
Jewish. More than 500 of these children lived in the
3rd arrondissement. A number of them attended the school
for girls on the rue de Sevigne, actually a workshop of the
Beaux Arts of the City of
View of a small slice of the monstrous
I’ve been making croque madames for brunch almost every day. On a web site called About French Food, I read the following:
“Do you remember ordering a croque-monsieur, while seated at an outdoor café? I do! And so does James Peterson. In his new cookbook, Glorious French Food, he recounts his experiences eating croque-monsieurs in the 70's. Apparently the French government decided to regulate the price of the sandwich and consequently quality suffered. Some cafés, however, kept the quality and charged more for them than the mandated government price. He recalls eating an ‘illicit’ croque-monsieur made more delicious because they were ‘illegal’.”
It is true that for good croques, one must use really good
gruyere for the cheese; not cheap emmental or such. Tom said that he recently read that the
I studied a bunch of recipes for croque madames (AFTER I’d already been making them) on the internet. Here is the most accurate one that I found (i.e., it is closest to what is actually served here in the brasseries). Unfortunately, it is in French. Let me know if you want a translation. I usually use 7-grain bread for mine. Tom likes his on white bread.
Well, today the folks in
Brentano’s had several of the books on the list. Next we went down to rue de Rivoli, in an attempt to find W.H. Smith’s bookstore, but we found Gagliani first. Gagliani’s claims to be the first English language bookstore on the Continent. They had one of the books on the list, Blink.
Then we re-fueled at 4PM Angelina’s tea room on rue de Rivoli. This is a place that you really must experience. And you must have hot chocolate there. I think it is called Chocolat a l’Africaine – very, very thick dark warm chocolate served with whipped cream on the side. Before that Tom had a club sandwich and I had a salad called Assiette de Angelina, which included a nice slice of foie gras and lots of vegetables including haricots vert and artichaut and a fine vinaigrette. Yumm.
Finally, we found WH Smith, who did indeed have the last book on the list, Everything Bad is Good for You. I’m not going to say what the other books are because I don’t want the competition to know. Sorry Andrea!
Yesterday’s walk started with a métro
ride to the vicinity of Place des
We walked through the garment district to the improbable Centre Pompidou, and then took a break at a café on rue Saint Martin, where I had a funny and confusing time ordering a glass of red wine from the waiter, because I assumed he was French but he really was British and he was trying to get me to speak English. When I figured that out, I did.
From there, we went to the Hotel de Ville (
Upon exiting, I noticed a banner on the front of the city
hall with Ingrid
Betancourt’s photo on it. We will
never forget about you, Ingrid. She is
still being held hostage in
I have to go hit the books. Au revoir.