Louis Vuitton


The New Store on Champs Elysees

One brand name that is synonimous with luxury is Louis Vuitton. As soon as you see one of their purses on the arm of some lucky women, you recognize it. At the end of the 1800’s, tired of their luggage being copied, they came up with the concept of using the intertwined initials of the founder, L and V. The rest is history, as they say. The original designer, Louis Vuitton, started by making trunks. He hit upon the idea of making trunks that could be stacked, then he came up with locks to keep them safe. After Eugenie, the wife of Napoleon III, started using them, they became world famous and changed how people traveled. They started those neat trunks that open up and become a closet with a place to hang clothes and drawers in which to fold clothing.
The store on Champs Elysees has been closed a long time undergoing renovation. When I arrived to have a look, there was a long line of people waiting to get in. They only let a certain number in at a time to keep the crowds down. Many in line are either Japanese or Chinese and I understand they are only allowed to buy a limited amount of the bags.
The store itself is breath-taking with one central room upstairs soaring several stories with mirrors reflecting the lighting high above. The wonderful clothing is everywhere and I wished I could afford some of it. The colors of the clothing were wonderful muted autumn tones of browns, eggplant, golds and rusts. The bags, of course, are on display and, had I 1000 Euros to spare, I sure would like to have one. I liked their jewelry as well, especially the watches. There was also a tiny little pendant shaped like a Paris street sign saying “Champs Ellysees” on it with a diamond on each corner. As they say, this was the beginning of luxury that continues today.

This design in metal is all over the store as interior decoration being part of the symbols that now decorate many bags for Louis Vuitton.

Just down the street of George V is the George V Four Seasons Hotel. This luxury hotel is a place I like to enter each time I am in the neighborhood for a look at the flower displays. The florist, an American named Jeff Letham, gets One Million Euros a year just for the flowers used in the hotel. They are always spectacular and it is worth a stop to see them.

Here is a look at some of the flowers in the entry of the hotel.

Beds and Duvets


Don’t you wonder about the story behind this bike with its flat tire? I wonder how long it has been there.

Just about everything, in some way, is different in France. Now, of course, their beds are similar to ours, there are just differences. They don’t have box springs, for instance, but flat, narrow platforms with small wooden slats that are convex and it seems to do the same sort of job to me. There are no wheels underneath, but straight legs. I brought some of my box springs with me to France and they all have wheels. I used to think this was great but here they slip and slide all over the place, moving even when you sit down on them. I had a horrible time finding some sort of flat little rubber containers to go underneath and, in fact, finally had to buy some in the States.
The French aren’t as big on dust ruffles either and I ended up bringing those back from the States as well. I will say that they can be a little difficult when the matress moves around when someone sleeps in the bed and, when the duvet cover is tucked under at the end, everyone but me also tucks in the dust ruffle at the end of the bed-not a pretty site.
I had never used duvets before I came here. They are fluffy bed coverings, very warm in the winter, that are tucked into large envelope type covers, rather like putting a pillow into a pillow case, and that becomes the bedspread. I bought some, in Paris, for our two twin beds and they are too small. There are little drafts of cold air when you are sleeping in either twin bed when you turn over and the narrow duvet doesn’t quite cover your whole body. I should have gotten one size larger so they hang over the edges of the mattress more. They are a pain to get the duvet into its cover-it takes all sorts of pushing and pulling and fluffing.
When I moved here, I put a top sheet underneath as this was the way I was used to doing things-putting sheets under bedspreads. The French don’t do this, but just use the duvet. The problem with this is that the duvet cover has to be washed and then you have to do the wrestling thing again getting it all put together. I do see people, usually on the week-ends, with their duvets laying across the bottom of the open window being aired. I haven’t done this as of yet as my windows are filthy on the outside frames. I do know that it is the habit here, and in other European countries, to pull back the duvet and open the window for a while every morning so everything airs out. Some people even put a mirror on the bed to see if it fogs up, a sign that it hasn’t aired out enough. I must admit, I never thought of this. I just washed the sheets when I thought they needed it. I’ve been trying it, just so everything thing is as dry as possible every morning.
I have returned to putting a top sheet under the duvet on our queen sized bed. I like keeping our duvet cover as clean as possible so I am not always washing it, and when it gets too hot, the sheet is nice when we push the duvet to the bottom of the bed.

le Grand Colbert


Right behind the Palais Royal, is a restaurant that most people are familiar with. It is the Grand Colbert which is the restaurant in the movie, Something’s Gotta Give with Jack Nickelson and Diane Keaton. It is the scene in the last 20 minutes or so of the movie in Paris. Earlier in the movie Diane’s character say’s to Jack’s, “If we still know each other in January, let’s go to Paris and eat at le Grand Colbert. It is this wonderful little bistro and they have the best roast chicken in the universe!” This, of course, has lead to many Americans wanting to go here when they visit Paris.
It is a lovely place in the Belle Epogue style. The staff there will glady talk about the movie and when it was filmed. I was told that they closed the bistro for two weeks to do the filming and that some of the waiters got to be extras in the movie. The booth that the actors sat in in the last one in the back and is often asked for. Many people order the roasted chicken there as well. I’ve had the onion soup there which was very good and the salad is very good. I’ve never had the chicken. When I was there with some people we were asking about the movie and they brought out a scrapebook of the movie being made and some photos. There was an article also about the house used in the movie on the Eastern coast of the States that, to my surprise, wasn’t a real house but a movie set. I loved that house and the decoration. You can also buy an apron there with Grand Colbert on the front. In the window is the newspaper ad for the movie as well as an article about the large amount of chicken now ordered there.
I loved the movie-it’s a chick flick-but really, would you choose Jack over Keanu Reeves? Not me.

Conceptual art at the Palais Royal.

Halloween in France


A window at a bar in Paris that you wouldn’t have seen years ago.

They really don’t get Halloween in France, from what I can see. Americans have made this holiday, like Thanksgiving, completely their own. I’ve been asked by several French people exactly what we do on Halloween and what makes it so great. I tell of the excitement of picking out a costume as a child, filling bags with candy as we go trick or treating and the French seem a little puzzled by it all. They do now get little costumes for their children but even if they went door to door yelling, “Trick or Treat”, I doubt that they would get much in the way of candy. They are starting to have parties where everyone dresses up and in the Marais you can usually find people walking around in costumes and celebrating, although not with candy. The shops have discovered that it can be another way to make money, so now sell cute ceramic pumpkins, and the like, and there is Halloween style candy now seen in windows.
What the French do, and I’m sure most other Catholic countries, is celebrate All Saints Day on November 1st. In fact, florists sell more flowers on this day than any other. It is the custom to take flowers to the graves of departed friends and relatives on that day. May families even make it a sort of party and you can see little picnics going on in various cemetaries. I went with Maurice one year to clean his mother’s grave and leave the usual mums. I like to visit a few cemetaries around Paris just to see all of the flowers left.


A view of some great stairs I saw the other day.


I took a photo of this paste up grafitti because it looks like my cat, Elliot.

Autumn in Paris

One of my favorite things to see in Paris are the leaves changing colors and the floral arrangements done by the many florists using the hues of Autumn.


Here is a lamp post on the way up a hill in Montmartre. I especially love these red leaves.


Some more great leaves in front of an old shutter. This is in a private courtyard off of Cour St Andres in the 6th.


Some yellow flowers with autumn vegetables at a florist on Rue du Buci.

Rue des Martyrs

There was recently an article in the New York Times on a walk in a neighborhood and the street that runs through it, Rue des Martyrs. It is an area usually skipped by tourists and one usually walked and shopped on by locals. The blog, Chocolate and Zuchinni-http://www.chocolateandzuchinni.com also wrote a little about a few shops found there. One of these is the Rose Bakery. It is owned by a married couple, one of which is English, so the whole shop has an English ambience and sells English products.


This is their sign on the side of the building. I would have walked right passed the place as the sign is very discrete. There are a few little metal tables outside for days with sunshine.


Cans of English baked beans for sale. I remember people often ate these on toast in England. Another one of those cultural things.

The shop has a nice selection of baked goods. I tried one of their scones which was really good but I was disappointed that they didn’t sell that famous, artery clogging clotted cream that the English do so well to go with it. The next time I go, I am going closer to 1 PM when they sell really good looking small pizzas. The little quiche looked good as well. There was a really long line of people waiting to buy lunch as I left. It’s a very small place and many were waiting for an available table.
By the way, while the street is fairly interesting with some boulangeries along the way, I enjoy other streets more as far as having places to eat and an open market “feel”. I think the nearby Rue Lepic (of Amelie’s cafe fame) is much more interesting and lively as is Rue des Abesses taken to reach it from Abbesses metro in Montmartre.