Thursday, April 24, 2014

Today in Paris

It was lovely. It was relaxed. It unfolded, the way it’s meant to.

I had un sandwich club at Café Flore…

...and a magical madeline at Blé Sucre.

It felt so wonderful Velib’ing across Le Pont Sully that I tried capturing it in pictures.


The day was filled with those clichéd Parisian moments and sights you just can’t make up. 
I saw cats…
… and dogs.
Was happily inside the Pompidou Centre when it rained…

… and then (happily) back outside for spectacularly sunny moments.

 Today in Paris, it was perfect.

Monday, April 21, 2014

The days are young

Friends, I am getting old. I have spent the past three days ambling around Paris, wondering how I used to do it. Zipping from one corner to another, eating here, sipping there, taking in art… I’m doing my damnedest because who knows when I’ll be back again, but I wish I could kick it into a higher gear to ensure I conquer everything I want this week.

Then again, I realize it’s time to just go with it. Move at a slower pace. Stop at the café for (another) Perrier. See one less thing that day. Because that is the beauty of it all, n’est-ce pas? Those little moments and indulgences.

A visit to the Boulevard Raspail Marché.

Aperos with a friend at Café Flore.

Lunch in the sun at Le Comptoir du Relais.
It's all a joy, being here, squeezing in whatever I can. It's the sound of the traffic. The feel of Velibing. Seeing all the Plane trees and crepe stands and manicured gardens. There are the old sights...

And the infusion of new.

And as I like to think, we'll always have Pierre Hermé.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

You know you're in Paris when...

The stairwells spiral like dizzying art.
The croissants are plentiful. And beautiful. And delicious. An everyday indulgence. 
There are gardens growing on building facades.

There is time to have a beer in the middle of the day.
The flowers. Are just. Gorgeous.

The cakes and pastries are displayed with such care and respect.
Hello, Paris. It's good to be back.

Friday, April 18, 2014

First, London

So though it's been in the back of my mind, my trip to Paris has been on the books for months. And then a couple weeks ago, a project came up for me to work on in the London office. So I came to Europe a few days early to work, but, as always, it's been a joy. I'm really enjoying my job right now and, well, what's not to love about hotel living in the world's best cities? 

The weather has been lovely and springy. The sun has been shining, but I'm still wearing a coat.

Today was officially a holiday in the UK so I took the early part of the day to walk around and get a little fix of London.

I went down to the Tate Modern to see the new Matisse: Cut outs exhibition. But what I really enjoyed was the Richard Hamilton one.

But what I've really enjoyed is just being at the hotel. In the morning and evenings, sitting in the Great Northern Hotel's restaurant for flavorful and uber rich food and the amazing staff has made me so happy. 

Oh yeah. And then there's that naughty little pantry with cake and cookies and bonbons for the taking.
And I walked by Hummingbird Bakery and naturally had to try it. It was delicious.
I was intending to save myself for Paris. But London got the best of me.