Sunday in Paris

I think we caught the last day of winter here.  A bit on the chilly side.  Sunday is very quiet in Paris.  Not a lot of restaurants are open and the stores are always closed.  The best place to do the morning is the flea markets and then a museum in the afternoon.  The Paul Bert Marketplace is usually where I begin.

There is a lot of great pieces that are ever changing.  This desk is beautiful.

I loved these lamps too.

Fun side tables.  It is not that difficult to get it shipped to where you need.

The market is quite civilized.  Most of the vendors have their lunch served to them and eat their meal in the proper way, tablecloth and all

Ma Cocette is my fave lunch of choice in the hood.  Very cool vibe in there.  Rooms of every size and a mixture of furniture.  We split lunch.  Carrot soup, poached leeks with a vinaigrette and rotisserie chicken.

Down the street is another area that has vintage Habitat furniture including a gallery.  The gallery had a bird installation.  The chirping was hilarious.

The photos behind it were of midwestern landscapes and explosions of colored smoke coming out of the grasses.

Our next stop was the Rodin museum.  The Rodin just went through a massive renovation.  What is really nice about the museum is the size.  An old large house set on beautiful grounds. It is amazing how many sculptures he created.  He must have been covered in a thin film of dust throughout his life.  The Thinker is of course the classic piece.

The Kiss.

Hands.

His signature.  That’s pretty cool.

The gardens.

Dinner that night was at Les Chouettes.  Really beautiful space.  There is a room in the front and when you walk into the back the room is an open atrium, three times the height with bars at all levels.  Super cool.  The food was pretty good too.

This was just a combo of multiple flavors.  Pieces of asparagus, tomato sauce, thinly sliced deep fried chorizo and a poached egg.  A masterful combination

The pork was layered and crispy paired with a mixture of eggplant underneath a paella like rice.

Dessert was the classic Paris Brest.  Something you rarely see in the states but is here in abundance and absolutely one of my favorites.