Paris, a full Saturday
It might be touristy but no trip is complete without breakfast at Cafe Flore. The OJ, the breads, and the eggs can’t be beat. Simple and fresh. The coffee is pretty damn good too.
There aren’t a lot of exhibits that I am hankering for this time around which is probably a good thing. More time to just relax and enjoy the cafes. Galleria Palais is the fashion museum of Paris although, considering the extent of design that comes out of Paris (and NYC) for that matter, you would think they would have a much larger museum with multiple exhibits at once. Currently, there is a Martin Margiela exhibit. This sweater was knitted by his mother with pieces of broomsticks whittled down by his father.
There are many things I love about Margiela. He has kept an insanely low personal profile and has allowed his designs speak for themselves. His designs have always been ahead of the curve by embracing deconstruction, beautiful materials, and taking classics to another level. He reigned over his house for 20 years before passing the wand to a young group of designers keeping his vision alive.
Outside of the museum is a farmers market every Saturday. The products are so amazing. The figs were almost as big as my fist.
The fruits and this is without a filter.
I need to make jams this summer and store them in jars this big!
My all-time favorite is always the chicken rotisseries with salted potatoes that roast as the fat drips down from the chickens.
Around the corner from this is the YSL museum that was renovated last year at the same time the new YSL museum in Morocco opened. He spent his vacations there so his connections to Morocco were deep. I have seen many of these clothes over the years at events but the best part is the untouched office where he sat. This is the original building where YSL was housed.
Across the small park is Le Patisserie Cyril Lignac known for pastries, chocolates and more. This is a signature pastry filled with a Bourbon vanilla cream and coated with a light crispy biscuit…and yes it is utterly divine.
We went over to the Le Dersou for lunch. Japanese food has slowly penetrated Paris from the restaurants to the nuances of some of the dishes you eat around the city. I love the gritty vibe of this place.
We each had a don of some sort. I went with the sashimi and the small plate on the side was foie gras with cherries on top.
Afterward, we walked, we needed to. Tonight was Le Dauphin, a small plate restaurant where the menu changes constantly. It is located down the street from Chateaubriand and next door to their wine shop. Restaurants are opening their own wine shops where you can have a drink while you wait and a little nibble too. I am a sucker for a good artichoke. This came out with roasted potatoes stuffed with a crab salad.
Those ribs. We are committed to making these over the summer. Coriander, cumin, lemon and hints of Asian spices.
Black ink risotto is outstanding. The intensity of squid paired with the layers of seafood broth.
Our night was not over. The next stop was Aux Deux Amis, another wine bar. People who weren’t eating hung out in front for a full on party and inside is where you can taste their ever-changing menu.
This was today’s menu.
We were stuffed but the key here is really cheeses and the charcuteries. This chorizo was out of this world.
And another day in Paris comes to an end.