The Left Bank of Paris is one of the most picturesque areas of Paris. Here are just a few of the photos I took there.

Pretty handles on doors.

Old carved signs. This one had the St (saint) crossed out during the Revolution when they were against anything having to do with religion, not to mention royalty. The “des” looks homemade too. Don’t know what that was about.

The chestnuts trees are blooming in front of St Sulpice church.

This is my favorite courtyard where I always wish for an apartment. It is off of the Cour St Andre des Arts. I went in to see if the wysteria was blooming but it looked very puny. It was cut back a few years ago and just never really recovered.

The entry into another section of the courtyard.

An old shutter there with a vine gracefully flowering over it.

A few photos taken in the Montmartre area.

It’s so nice when the sun comes out making it tempting to sit outside for a meal or a drink. It’s still a bit chilly for me to do so, plus, you never know if a smoker will light up beside you.

I had lunch with a friend in Montmartre and had a small pichet of wine. It’s house wine, not served from a bottle, and wine often comes in cute little pitchers like this, or a clear glass carafe.

We shared a profiterole, possible the best French dessert there is-a cream puff pastry, ice cream and hot fudge. Yum.

The restaurant was practically empty with available tables all over the place and still this guy chose to sit next to us. I thought maybe he was going to do a bit of flirting but he kept quiet reading his paper. He was drinking calvados (an apple liquor) over ice.

I spotted an interesting interior the other day on Instagram and since I was already going to be in the Canal Saint-Martin area, I wanted to check it out. It’s a huge place, maybe a former factory or storage unit called the Comptoir General, found behind a wall down a long walk way to the entrance. It’s full of old shabby (non)Chic furniture, lots of plants and antiques and has a Caribbean vibe going on along with happy music. There were two bars, a coffee bar and even a grounded ship.I think they serve caribbean food but I forgot to look at the menu. I wish I had known about this place when my grandson had visited as it was full of young people wandering around taking photos with the iPhones, probably for Instagram too.

The entry.

Did Hemingway write a novel here?

A huge room full of comfy furniture.

Here is the “ship” made into a bar.

Good lighting from the other direction down the hall.

Closeup of the mermaid on the ship.
There was a very nice guy who worked there making the coffee drinks and, when he heard it was my birthday, he gave me a free hot chocolate and even put my age on the top in the decorative foam and didn’t even blink when I told him I was 48.

You might be surprised to learn that there are quite a few places selling Mexican food in Paris. Not all of them are good although most have really striking Mexican interiors with lots of colors. I mostly save my Mexican food cravings for trips back to the States but I do try places here if I hear that they are good which was the case with Cafe Chilango. It’s not Tex-Mex but there are home made tortillas (soft) and very good fillings. My only complaint is the lack of salsa. A hot sauce in a bottle just doesn’t do it for me. No margaritas at lunch time either.

The simple front.

We started with guacamole.

Followed by the tacos, chicken and pork fillings. Very good.

Some Mexican decor.

I liked this too.

Starting at the famous Department Store, Le Bon Marché, and heading up Rue du Bac you can find some great photo ops.

A lot to choose from if you are feeling a bit peckish.

I think I would buy glasses from this store just because of their sign if I lived in the neighborhood.

I liked this color on the wall of this shop. It was full of interesting objects, none of which I need.

Some gorgeous flowers for sale. It smelled so good there.

I am a book lover and I especially love really old libraries that have been preserved. I saw a photo on Pinterest of a beautiful library and I noticed it was in Paris, on rue Richelieu in fact. I took a chance I could get in and, sure enough, even though I wasn’t a student or didn’t have a card, the librarian let me take a couple of photos. I was so thrilled.

The interior of the building before I even reached the library.

Here it is. They just don’t make them like this anymore.

Love the green lamps. Of course, most of the people in the library didn’t need them as they were on computers.

A closer look.

With my bird’s eye lens. And listen to this: near the end of the year the library will be renovated and every one of those books will have to be moved! Can you imagine that job? I don’t know if the books will be accessible or not. I forgot to ask the librarian how many books were there. I’m hoping the library isn’t modernised. I would hate that.

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