This is Paris at 7:15 am when I left for the pool. Seeing this is enough to get me out of the house even if it's pitch black out.
My 5th straight day hitting the water at Art Deco Piscine Pontoise (built 1934).
Still the time slots can be rough if you're not an early bird.
7 - 8:30 am
12:15 - 1:30
4:30 - 8 pm
Post-pool I was remembering my tourist days when I used to hit the cafes for a lovely petit dejeuner...
Now I rarely go but it seems a better choice than hitting the boulangerie. And I've always wanted to stop in Les Editeurs. An early dip gave me courage.
And a coffee and croissant didn't look so steep.
I could pretend to draw or something.
Inside is glorious, tres chic.
I know zip about coffee even though I once visited Cafes Richard's coffee plant near La Defense and I've painted a mountain of coffee cups.
Ordering a cafe creme is not the done thing evidently but an espresso would have me spinning.
So I had to get the 'Petit' Petit Dejeuner. Sometimes you really miss being a carefree tourist in Paris, back when you didn't have to think about electric bills etc.
*By the way I forgot to mention I FELL MADLY IN LOVE IN VERSAILLES!
With this 17th century-style type face. It was on the awning of the worst possible tourist snack bar but so what. It's pretty fabulous no?
Even if I don't know how to order coffee in a Paris cafe.
I know how to get out my pen and start scribbling like a possessed calligraphie maniac.
The waiter was very forgiving when he saw my attempts at French script.
The typeface on the windows at Les Editors is tres elegant.
And even better when you flop it to get the full effect.
Outside I kept seeing French script. Just look at that S! It's classy.
At Monop I swooned over these cans of Cassoulet. That's what happens when you fall hard for a typeface in Versailles. And it helps you cope with Paris' irresistible pastries. There are worst things that can happen no?
