Post by georgeleitch on Apr 16, 2012 11:15:17 GMT -5
We wandered around as usual, going up side streets and down alleyways without any real objective in mind. We really like doing this as we discover little things that please or amuse us. In any strange city especially one that isn't planned in straight lines or wee squares some of these winding streets are quite delightful. We seem to get a better feel of the place and some of the stores where the locals shop are delightful and a lot cheaper.
When we left the apartment the weather was good. Warm and ideal walking weather but after a while it cooled off and as Stella had left her sweater back at the apartment it seemed essential that we buy a new one. Unfortunately the shop we entered and which had a great big sign saying "soldes" only sold sweaters and cardigans made from cashmere. What is this strange woolly stuff? is it a derivative of Rumpelstiltskin's spun gold or what? Of course Stella found a cardigan that she liked and once again Visa got a workout. Anyway it keeps 'em happy and so warm once more off we trotted. We decided to see how long it would take us to walk to Le Grand Colbert and so, off we went. It would have been a lot quicker had we not stumbled on DeHillerin. Boy, what a place. It even smelled like an old-fashioned ironmongers.The system is still old world what with having to seek out a salesman,pick the stuff out and pay while they wrap your stuff up. Quaint even. WE bought a couple of knives and two pairs of multi bladed scissors for cutting up herbs and wee slices of cheese and ham and strode on.
Lunch was at Pied de Cochon and was unremarkable. We both had the salad and I now know why they call it Iceberg lettuce. As it was freezing and nearly gave me frostbite of the tongue. I knew I should have gone for the pigs ears and tail but all we wanted was something light so went for the salads.Mistake!!
We found the Grand Colbert and there seemed to be some sort of meeting going on in the Galerie Vivienne but we couldn't understand a word that they were saying. Maybe because they were all speaking and shouting in French which I suppose explains it. Having had enough excitement for one day, off we went to Rue Rivoli to buy souvenirs for the folks back home. Mostly scarves and wee round things you put on the table to stop your purse getting dirty.
Supper was at the Palais Royale and was pretty good. Stella having lasagna and I a charcuterie plate with lots of red plonk with which to wash it down. After that, back to our wee bar across the road and had a couple of pastis and kirs to finish off what was a really good day.
When we left the apartment the weather was good. Warm and ideal walking weather but after a while it cooled off and as Stella had left her sweater back at the apartment it seemed essential that we buy a new one. Unfortunately the shop we entered and which had a great big sign saying "soldes" only sold sweaters and cardigans made from cashmere. What is this strange woolly stuff? is it a derivative of Rumpelstiltskin's spun gold or what? Of course Stella found a cardigan that she liked and once again Visa got a workout. Anyway it keeps 'em happy and so warm once more off we trotted. We decided to see how long it would take us to walk to Le Grand Colbert and so, off we went. It would have been a lot quicker had we not stumbled on DeHillerin. Boy, what a place. It even smelled like an old-fashioned ironmongers.The system is still old world what with having to seek out a salesman,pick the stuff out and pay while they wrap your stuff up. Quaint even. WE bought a couple of knives and two pairs of multi bladed scissors for cutting up herbs and wee slices of cheese and ham and strode on.
Lunch was at Pied de Cochon and was unremarkable. We both had the salad and I now know why they call it Iceberg lettuce. As it was freezing and nearly gave me frostbite of the tongue. I knew I should have gone for the pigs ears and tail but all we wanted was something light so went for the salads.Mistake!!
We found the Grand Colbert and there seemed to be some sort of meeting going on in the Galerie Vivienne but we couldn't understand a word that they were saying. Maybe because they were all speaking and shouting in French which I suppose explains it. Having had enough excitement for one day, off we went to Rue Rivoli to buy souvenirs for the folks back home. Mostly scarves and wee round things you put on the table to stop your purse getting dirty.
Supper was at the Palais Royale and was pretty good. Stella having lasagna and I a charcuterie plate with lots of red plonk with which to wash it down. After that, back to our wee bar across the road and had a couple of pastis and kirs to finish off what was a really good day.
>>"« George said...
Let the riot begin! LOL - 
hahahha