We have been having some wonderful sunny days in Paris and it was in evidence on my last time up at Montmartre.

Sitting in the sun in front of a cafe-so common here. I rarely do this as I sunburn easily, don’t like to get hot and sweaty, and, most of all, there are usually smokers outside.

Take a look at these stairs, very common in Montmartre. They almost look like a ladder. You have to be in good shape to live here.

This is a good place for tea, hot chocolate or lunch. I always meet Americans when I go here. Usually they are expats like me and they always strike up a conversation, something not many French people will do unless you are a pretty girl with a Frenchman at the next table.

I often see the street cleaners just standing around. I know they work but I have many photos of them relaxing.

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I was had a hamburger once in Maui at a place called Hamburger in Paradise, which Maui really is. I bought a t-shirt there too which I still have. Hamburgers have become the next big thing in Paris and I’ve tried a few of them here and there. The Carreau du Temple, a large glass building in the Marais, had just been renovated so Maurice and I went there to have a look and to have a hamburger at one of the food trucks that were going to be there. There was a fee to get inside the building but I didn’t really want to see the interior so, no problem.

Here it is from across the street. You can see the two food trucks that were there in front, one selling burgers, the other fish and chips.

A look at the front.

Two burgers waiting to be wrapped.

Mine. It was very good and the fries were great too.

We ate them at the pretty park nearby where spring had made an appearance.

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I ventured down a few streets in the Marais that I hadn’t visited before or, at least, not for a long time.

This building has been made into a museum. Isn’t it lovely?

Interesting painting on the side of a building. Not grafitti.

My eye was caught by this red door and then I noticed the lady walking in front of it was wearing a red skirt. Perfect.

I liked this lady with flowers in her basket.


I have the habit of chewing gum. I think I’ve done it most of my life. I remember my Dad chewing gum as I grew up, my ex did it all the time mostly as a way to keep his breath fresh and I started and have just continued on. Sometimes I unfortunately pop it. I know this is annoying. A friend once even asked me to stop which made me realize it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. I’ve gotten looks by people sitting near me too. I read that the Queen of England was offended when the mother of Princess Catherine chewed gum around her and considered it low class. I chew gum not only after a meal, especially if it involved garlic or onions, but because my mouth is often dry. I think I am drying up as I age with dry eyes, dry lips and dry mouth my constant companions. When I did tours and did a lot of talking I chewed gum just so I wouldn’t have to carry a bottle of water around leading to a search for a toilet. I chew gum when I exercise too so I don’t need water. Anyway, the other day I asked Maurice if my gum chewing bothered him, expecting him to saw no as he has never mentioned it before. He paused and then said, “Sometimes”. I was astounded. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” and he said, “In a marriage sometimes you just have to bear things”. “You mean you bear it?” I couldn’t believe it. Guess I’ll stop chewing gum.
So, anyway, here are a few more shots of the Marais area in Paris-one of my favorites.

Seen in the window of a cafe. I thought the names of the drinks were funny.

I love the architecture of this building. I’m so glad it wasn’t torn down.Haussman tore down 60% of the buildings in Paris when he was changing the look of Paris under Napoleon III but missed the Marais.

I just thought this was very strange. I’ve never been taken outside by an optometrist, if this is what the man is.

I’m sure there was another statue here in this niche, Mary in fact, but I like this one.


I went into the Italian store next to our apartment building the other day to buy some veal picatta. We were having company for dinner and I wanted something simple and am never able to keep that crispy coating on my veal when I try to cook it. So, I told the man behind the counter in my bad French that I wanted the veal, pointing to it, three in fact. He laughed and said, “You mean les escalopes du veau. It will be really big if I give you a veau.” Well, he was right. I didn’t want a whole calf. I guess it sounded strange to him while it made sense to me. The veal was good and the spaghetti that I made as a side dish was perfect. I tried out the recipe everyone had been writing about created by the Italian cook and book author (who recently died), Marcella Hazan which has only three ingredients: one 28 ounce can of Italian tomatoes, five tablespoons of butter and a peeled onion cut in half. Simmer for 45 minutes, removed the onion, smush the tomatoes and you are done. It was very good but what made the spaghetti especially good was the fact that I stood by the stove as the pasta cooked and tested it every minute are so until it was perfectly al dente. Earlier, when I told Maurice I was making spaghetti he said, “Make sure it isn’t soupy”. This is the first I had heard that my pasty is soupy. I like a lot of sauce myself. But this pasta was just lightly coated with the sauce with little chunks of tomato here and there and no sauce spreading over the plate.
None of this has a thing to do with the Marais. I just thought I would tell my little story. The next day I did walk through this area of Paris on a bright sunny day and enjoyed it.

This looks like an alley but it was once actually a street.

Two old buildings from the 14th century, once covered with plaster.

There is a store called Israel that sells all sorts of things, this preserved fruit among them.

They also sell these beans and spices. I would have taken more photos but was told they weren’t allowed.


Before I went to Ibiza I was at the WH Smith bookstore getting a guide to Ibiza and decided to roam down the nearby rue Saint-Honoré, a very nice street full of mostly high end shops.

I looked into the new Madarin Oriental Hotel. It’s very nice but I soon got a “may I help you” from the staff so left.

Roses waiting to be made into a beautiful creation at, I think, Costes flower shop.

I passed by Place Vendome, the location of the Ritz Hotel, now undergoing renovation.

Chocolate shops abound and are getting ready for Easter.

This is the interior of Colette, a concept store full of the newest things in the fashion and art world. They were just robbed of 600,000 Euros worth of watches so I wandered in out of curiosity. It looked the same as always, full of mostly young, hip people.The watches are kept in a large glass container.

A door handle that I liked.


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