|
|
Posts Tagged ‘7th Arrondissement’
|
|
Last week I had a date with Kate, a friend who lives between Paris and Texas. Kate can cook and has a much better handle on Paris restaurants than I do, so I let her choose where we’d meet. She chose Abri, which didn’t have anything available for two weeks! Being a resourceful girl, I consulted my new best friend, Stéphane Jego, the chef at Chez l’Ami Jean, and faster than you can say “Euskara,” we had a table for two at Pottoka....
|
|
|
A friend of mine was begrudgingly moving from Paris back to the US, and though I’m not pleased about her move, I was more than happy to accompany her for her last meal in Paris. My mind started racing through all the restaurants in Paris as I tried to imagine where I would want my last bite—but luckily I don’t need to figure that out right now! My friend decided she needed some good food in a memorable setting, so we met at Les...
|
|
|
A friend invited me to dinner in the 7th Arrondissement last week. It wasn’t a restaurant I knew, so I did a quick scan on the Internet for some information, and there wasn’t much to be found. So it was with some trepidation that I joined her at the Paris bistro Le Basilic. I’m tempted to keep it off the radar, but it was such a delight that I must...
|
|
|
I first met Akihiro Horikoshi two weeks ago. Mr. French and I were walking up the rue Vaneau in the 7th Arrondissement when I noticed a change. For years I'd been simultaneously intrigued and repulsed by a restaurant with a charmingly old-fashioned facade featuring tatty curtains that were gray from centimeters of dust. The revolting curtains were...
|
|
|
Recently during a stay in Paris, I rented a gorgeous one-bedroom apartment through one of my favorite rental firms, Just France. Renting an apartment in Paris is one of life’s great joys. Different than a hotel, a vacation apartment rental affords you some space to throw your clothes about, relax and sip coffee without a hefty room-service tab, and to pretend you are a vrai Parisian for the week. Going to the market on Sunday morning (in my case the nearby Raspail Organic Market) is reason enough for an apartment stay. Lugging back perfect French radishes, rotisserie chicken, flowers for 5 euros and fruits and veggies that I’ve handpicked for a proper Sunday lunch is seriously one of my favorite things about France. Market shopping is a sport, and picking out the best vendors is an...
|
|
|
Sometimes I feel like I don’t exist. Like I’m a ghost that nobody can see or hear. This happens often in Paris, mostly when I am being ignored by an overly busy café waiter, but especially when I go on my morning run at the Champ de Mars. It’s amazing to me, but there seem to be two parallel universes in that park. The tourists come to stroll, picnic and, of course, climb the Eiffel Tower. They are out there in full force, yet never have I seen them stop to photograph the local scene. And what a local scene there...
|
|
|
La Fontaine de Mars has the charm of a neighborhood Paris bistro and the polish of a destination restaurant, which is what it has become for legions of visitors (including, famously, the Obamas, back in 2009) who are looking for some kind of quintessential French dining...
|
|
|
There are plenty of famous Paris cafés, but not many of them are actually known for their coffee. Inferior beans, dirty machines and sterilized milk are the standard.
But over the past several months, it has suddenly become easier to find a perfectly pulled espresso...
|
|
|
This week’s to-do list includes a visit to BHV and Galeries Lafayette for some holiday gift shopping. These stores are fantastic for one-stop shopping, but they do get crowded. And now I don’t have to go! This year I wanted to find some things that were truly original, with that certain Made in France je ne sais quoi....
|
|
|
My BFF in Paris lives on the rue de Bourgogne, in the 7th Arrondissement, and she is in LOVE with her street. After a brief stroll, following her daily routine, it is easy to see why. The street begins at the Assemblée Nationale and shoots straight down three blocks, to the Hôtel Biron, home of the Musée Rodin and its enchanting...
|
|
|
