Last night, I convinced myself that I needed to eat at a creperie I had read about. I did the research and checked that it would be open for dinner. But lo and behold, by the time I got there 20 minutes later, it wasn’t! I was a little peeved, because I debated going back out. So I got a crepe from a street vendor that was just okay and drowned my sorrows with Georges Larnicol chocolate. Yes, I had a crepe and chocolate for dinner – don’t judge me!
And so I went to sleep and woke up to another beautiful and sunny Parisian day. After feasting on the best pain au chocolat I’ve ever had, I made my way to the Musee d’Art Moderne, a free museum that has a lot of awesome art pieces. The collection was relatively small, so I only spent about an hour there.
I’d planned on having L’As du Fallafel (supposedly the best fallafels in Paris) for lunch, so hopped back on the Metro and went in that general direction. I, fortunately, found it without any problems. And I’ll admit – that was a darn good fallafel. I scarfed the fallafel down and then needed dessert – obviously. I passed by the line at Amorino and went toward a David Leibovitz-recommended place called Pozzetto. I had nutella freakin’ ice cream there. NUTELLA ICE CREAM. It was sheer heaven.
So while licking on my ice cream cone, I navigated my way through the streets of Paris with a printed-out map from Google. I went to Musee Carnavalet and Musee Cognaq-Jay. Both were personal residences that housed art collections and were interesting. The Carnavalet had all these awesome shop signs. And as I found out on the walk yesterday, the signs were designed so that people who could not read would be able to recognize them. I was disappointed that the original Le Chat Noir sign was out on loan. But I’m thinking that might be at the Musee du Montmartre which is doing a Le Chat Noir exhibit (I’ll be there tomorrow). The Cognaq-Jay had these wonderful porcelain figurines and mini portraits. I absolutely loved it and it was so different from a “typical” museum.
I also wandered around Le Marais for a bit, along with hordes of other tourists until my feet got tired. So I sat at a cafe across from the Metro stop and ordered a glass of wine to recharge. And now, I’m back at the apartment, resting my feet and debating dinner for the evening. I believe I want fondue and I’ve been told that Pain Vin Fromages is the best in the city. And since it’s close to Centre Pompidou, which is open until 10 p.m., there may be one more museum on my agenda for the day. It is, after all, my favorite museum in all of Paris.
The Curse of Hekate
Alex Grosjean is back. A tall, dark and pointy-toothed stranger shows up at Alex's door and asks for help: he wants to find the insane monster-woman, Lamia, who cursed him. Meanwhile, a plague sweeps through the city and Lamia starts abducting children. After a trip across the world and a frightening encounter with the goddess Hekate, Alex must push herself to her limits to save the world. Again.