The next day was Halloween. We began with some CNN
as Suzanne
and I
pondered the outside world
and made our way to the local cafe
whee after posing together
we had our coffees
and croissants
and then took the metro to Porte de Clignancourt and followed the sign to the Flea Markets
walking down the street
until we saw the walking directions to many markets (though unfortunately most of them were empty)
many of which looked like this
as we made our way through and took the obligatory phone booth pictures
and photos of the local art
as we made our way down largely abandoned corridors
and saw artwork
and goods for sale, but not today
before we wandered the local streets
past the Uptown mural
as Suzanne explored a shop
and we visited the next market
with many promises
which led us to enjoy sculptures and objects in windows of closed stores
before making our way away from Rue Jean Henri Fabre
and beyond the gas station
and this well lit shop
to Place Albert Kahn where we forgot what we were to look for.
To fortify ourselves, we stopped for a chocolate almond croissant (which was excellent)
and then started up steep streets
to the Rue Saint Vincent, the last vineyard in Paris
and still further up through windy streets
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until we reached this poster shop in Montmartre
and went into the old church where we respected the signs and took no flash pictures
though we did enjoy the tour bus
and artist offering to sketch us
hoping that they were following the rules
before we made our way down the street
to Sacre Couer
with views of the city
the church
and an ad for Rabbi Jacob
before we went to the local park
and took pictures of Suzanne
and me
an a few pictures of the church from behind
before we passed the Israeli Nursery school
and made our way past the lawn
of the church
and then to the gift shop that had an Eiffel Tower made of cans of Red Bull
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and as we made our way down from the church
we saw packaging from some of the cans used in the sculpture
as we made our way down Rue Gabrielle
and the Bateau Lavoir where Picasso lived
after which we admired the Croque Monsieur
sandwiches
quiches
and paninni
before buying this massive merringue of pistachio.
Next we stopped at a crepe stand and recorded the making of a French crepe (cheese and mushroom) in 16 easy steps
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until it got into Suzanne's hand
and fueled our entry into the metro at Abbess
down a staircase that wound like this for quite a long time
and then the train took us to the Rue de Rivoli where one of the locals found an extremely creative way to try and hustle a meal from us.
Our next stop was at Angelina
where these were the pastries I saw on the way in
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after we had emerged from the line below
and Suzanne
and I settled
as she studied
the menu
and Suzanne's service arrived
along with her macaroons
and my Kir
before she poured her very pure hot chocolate
and we paid the bill
and head off through the city
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to follow the sign
to Notre Dame
with its Rose Window
and toured around the interior
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enjoying the artwork
and St. Denis
to whom we didn't make an offering
and saw the old cardinal
and the history of the church
as the priest
lit the incense
and the singers sang the mass
before we took one final picture and headed home for a rest.
On our way to dinner, we passed this store named after one of Jane's lab instructors
and then made our way to Le Florimond
where we started with little pumpkin breads
and nice plates
and wine
before Suzanne's lobster ravioli
and my vegetarian starter
and some bread arrived
before Suzanne's stuffed cabbage
and my vegetable plate
so that we could see the dessert menu
and Suzanne could order cheese
as I ordered creme brulee
which made Suzanne
and me happy
even as we recorded the rock oriented bathroom
and paid the bill.
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as Suzanne
and I
pondered the outside world
and made our way to the local cafe
whee after posing together
we had our coffees
and croissants
and then took the metro to Porte de Clignancourt and followed the sign to the Flea Markets
walking down the street
until we saw the walking directions to many markets (though unfortunately most of them were empty)
many of which looked like this
as we made our way through and took the obligatory phone booth pictures
and photos of the local art
as we made our way down largely abandoned corridors
and saw artwork
and goods for sale, but not today
before we wandered the local streets
past the Uptown mural
as Suzanne explored a shop
and we visited the next market
with many promises
which led us to enjoy sculptures and objects in windows of closed stores
