Monday, September 25
This past weekend, the art of flower arranging
was demonstrated in this cute building in the
“Le Triomphe de Silčne,” a bronze sculpture by
Aimé Jules Dalou (1884). This sculptor
has to flee from
Nubian lion with its prey in the
We’ve been taking daily, long, circuitous walks through the
It is even more common in shops in the 6th for the clerks to speak English. This is a rather ritzy area, where people seem to be much more highly educated than average (after all, many parts of the University of Paris/Sorbonne are scattered all around this quarter).
On Sunday, we took our last long walk (for this summer) on the berges of
The Italian gal spoke excellent English.
She must have spent time in the
All of this makes me think about the word “prom.” Where does it come from? Probably from the French word “promenade.” And somehow I think it must be related to the minuet – that formal dance in which one looks like one is walking (promener), in a very formal and elegant way.
We’ve discovered that Chez Fernand, the restaurant we went to weeks ago on rue Christine, is indeed a part of a small chain. The other Chez Fernand on rue Guisarde is much closer to us, and it is just as good.
Then last night we went looking for another part of this little chain, called Boucherie Rouliere, which is not a butcher shop but a restaurant. Somehow we missed it, and we ended up at an Italian place next door to it.
The Italian place, the Santa Lucia (rue des Cannettes), was wonderful. A very good sign was that it was filling up with people even before 8PM. This is a superb place to have veal.
Another big difference between this neighborhood in the 6th and our “old” one in the 15th is that restaurants generally start serving dinner here earlier, and the good ones fill up very quickly. The servers do their best to try to “turn tables over,” in other words, to be able to use as many tables as possible more than once in the course of the evening. They have no problems accommodating Swedes and Americans who, unlike us, want to dine earlier than 8PM. (A French newspaper claims that Swedes are the ones who want to dine earliest.)
But in order to get into the restaurants where we want to go without a reservation (who likes to plan ahead?), we have found ourselves going out to eat a bit earlier than we are used to – say about 7:40 or so.
And, in the restaurants here in the 6th, almost all the servers, it seems, speak English (to varying degrees of competency). We still use our French anyway, even if they speak to us in English, because we know it must be exhausting for them to work in an unfamiliar language much of the evening – it takes so much concentration, it is tiring. When we encounter one who is especially good at English, we are always sure to compliment them.
We’ll be leaving