Paris in August
Last weekend I spent in Paris. Paris in August. It was two years since I’ve been there and I really missed the long strolls through the city and the Parisian atmosphere. My husband and I decided to book an hotel for one night to have two whole days in the city of love.
The Parisians has flown the city and are dipping their feet under in the sea in the South of France or in Deauville. The long avenues, usually packed with cars and pedestrians, are deserted. The boulangerie at the corner of the street has turned the sign on his door. Fermé. With him many cafe’s and little shops too, but there’s is enough to choose from for the tourists that have taken over the city now.
Beforehand, I had already figured out a little bit where we would like to go. The Eiffel Tower, naturellement. I am addicted to this hotspot. When I am in Paris, I have to see the Eiffel Tower first. And now I was curious about the new floor of glass that was opened earlier this year. It was less scary than I had expected. The row to visit the Eiffel Tower was too long, so we decided to take the stairs to the second floor (663 steps!!). The view was spectacular and it was wonderful to see how the city was built.
I could not stop making photos of the details of the Haussmann apartments. The windows with the closed shutters, the colorful flower boxes, the iron balconies, I can’t get enough of it! We strolled through the Rue de l’Universite, Rue Cler, Rue Saint-Dominique and Rue de Grenelle in the direction of the spots which I wanted to discover in Saint -Germain-des-Pres.
At lunchtime, we sat down at Le Cafe du Marché in Rue Cler. The sun was shining and I enjoyed an delicious Italian salat. I love to sit at this wonderful cafe, watching the people go by and fantasized about how it would be if we would travel more to Paris (just daydreaming :)).
We walked through the empty streets of Paris where the leaves of the trees already begun to fall. Café de Flore was on my list, where I would like to have a drink to get in the “writersmood”, but the café was closed unfortunately. In the Rue Bonaparte, I discovered a wonderful teashop, Lupicia, where I bought tea in beautiful illustrated “Art Nouveau” boxes. A wonderful shop with an enormous choice of different kind of tea for the real tea “addict!”
“From the first moment I set my foot on Parisian ground, the city has me in its power. I understand why so many writers settled here. On every street corner plays a different scene for in a book.”
We strolled along the bouquinistes. I like to browse through the old books and to admire the (fashion) prints. We bought a couple of prints to have a little bit of Paris at home.
Across the street of the Notre Dame, I visited the next spot on my list: the Shakespeare & Company bookstore, opened in 1951 by George Whitman. The first bookshop was opened by Sylvia Beach on 19 November 1919 at 8 rue Dupuytren. I bought two books, The Great Gatsby and The Jazz Age written by F. Scott Fitzgerald. A nice souvenir of my visit to this famous shop. We enjoyed our dinner at our favorite restaurant, Villa 15, where I always choose for the steak tartare. It’s a cozy restaurant with a good menu, where many Parisians enjoy their dinner too (and where the locals eat, it is usually very good, right?)
After dinner, it rained a little bit, so we admired the Eiffeltower with the lightshow and had a drink at Café Castel.
The next day we made a boat trip on the Seine, enjoyed a delicious lunch at Brasserie Grand Corona and walked to the Champs-Elysees and then in the direction of Trocadero where we layed down in the park for a while. I love to spend time in city parks, watching people, read a book and to write down my impressions or inspiration for my book.
We picked up our suitcases and took the metro to Montmartre, where we walked through the cobblestone streets. There was a village-like silence, which was quite pleasant. At Place du Tetre, a very inspiring place for artists, we enjoyed a drink. The atmosphere was very cozy that it was increasingly difficult to leave the city. I would like to stay longer (if it was possible!) on this terrace to observe the painters and stroll through the small streets to explore the vintage boutiques….too much to see and to do, but the train would leave at half past eight.
We took down the stairs and walked towards the Gare du Nord.
We carried our suitcases full of memories of two wonderful days in Paris with us…