Marché des Cuisines du Monde, Bastille

 

Saturday I invited Julia to a new foodie event In my neck of the woods at Bastille.

You can’t miss Julia in her inimitable Marimekko/Uniglo puffer coat 🧥

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My flight was at 4:30 on Tuesday, so I ran out for a last visit to this excellent patisserie David Lebovitz showed me two years ago and a stone's throw from my apartment... FERME! As were many other shops on Veterans Day, November 11th.
C'est la vie. A last shot of my metro stop, Bastille... My view on the quiet courtyard in Charlotte's lovely apartment. I found this with your much appreciated assistance... Here is the link if you're interested: http://www.vrbo.com/43745The salon has wood beamed ceilings... French doors everywhere. Ma chambre/bedroom. Time to depart.Off to CDG I passed through Metro station Chatelet. Of course the Russian singers, Les Musiciens de Lviv, were playing their hearts out. Of course I bawled as usual. These metro singers represent Paris for me more than any other icon like. It makes no sense. They always play heart-breaking music. This time, loaded with too many bags and running to RER B, I stopped and bought their CD. Now to unpack. Some essentials not to leave home without: EarPlanes, tapemeasure, Oddibile 250, found in any Paris pharmacy (charcoal tablets for times when you've eaten too many escargot). Did I mention my studio was repainted while I was away by my neighbor? Chaos awaits... And a chance for a clean start too. It will take a huge effort to mess this up.