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Unlike other The Lycée Montaigne, facing the Espaliered fruit trees are kept behind a fence
in the southern end of the Here’s the beekeeper in the apiary of the We are warned not to step on the grass here –
Danger Bees! To celebrate their 150th anniversary,
the Central Apiculture Society is having a Fall exhibition from Sept. 16 to
24 at the Orangerie of the |
We’ve been
exploring the It has 700
junior high school students and nearly 1200 high school students. There are other large schools nearby, too,
including the Lycée Saint Louis, which is close to our apartment, down at the
beginning of rue Vaugirard. At lunchtime,
evidently, they let the kids out to roam for a couple hours, so they swamp
the park and the nearby grocery stores like Franprix. They fill up the Franprix, but each student
buys only a couple or a few little items for his or her lunch. On Wednesday
afternoons, the kids don’t go to school at all. But they have to go to school on Saturday
mornings. Lycée
Montaigne’s program is one of “classical education.” I think that means college prep, and not
vocational. The school first opened in 1885. The two world wars interrupted its
operations somewhat. At the end of
World War I, the school was turned into a hospital for American
soldiers. During the “occupation” of
World War II, the soldiers of the “Luftwaffe” were housed there. During these periods, the school’s classes
were held in various other facilities in the neighborhood. I mentioned the
Chartreaux above. I should explain
that this was a Catholic order that was given the Chateau Vauvert by But the
Chartreaux were not superstitious.
They established magnificent fruit and vegetable gardens, including
orchards of espaliered fruit trees, that became part of the There is also an apiary in the We went out for
dinner on Saturday night at peak time with no reservation. The area to the north of us is very busy
with huge crowds and lots of restaurants – all full on Saturday. We wandered over to the brasserie Saint Benoit, however, and were given a superb
table in an air conditioned dining room.
Our server, a French man from Last night, we
decided to leave the crowd behind and we walked over to Le Basilic in the 7th
arrondissement. It was lovely. Tables are well-spaced, and service is
superb. Tom had their specialty, leg
of lamb with white beans, and I had the Chateaubriand. It was nice to have room to breathe and to
have a quiet 20-minute walk each way. |