Â I had a dinner for eight people this week-end, most of them related to Maurice. I served a very good dinner of salad with parasean cheese, osso bucco, mashed potatoes, followed by cheese and a home made apple custard. The next day three of the people who ate with us were sick. Somehow, since all of us weren’t sick, I don’t think it was my dinner but they sure passed on the information to me. Many attacked my egg custard dessert. Can you get sick from cooked eggs? I don’t think so. I feel rather insulted and told Maurice that I would never cook for his relatives again.
Anyway, a few photos from around the Canal St Martin here in Paris.
The canal was built to carry more fresh water into Paris and has become a trendy place to have an apartment.Â Boats go down it in the summer and locks are opened and closed, as filled and emptied.
Â If you are familiar with the very good French movie, Amelie, this is the bridge in one of the scenes.
A view from the bridge. At one point at the end there, the canal goes under street level for a while.
Â Some misguided group (in my opinion) put up a bunch of tents for the homeless and now the area isn’t safe at night and businesses are complaining.
Â This funny little statue of a lady always makes me smile. She has a little topknot on the top of her head–along with a pigeon.