Night before last, we had a wonderful late dinner in the
Marais district after a short walkabout Rue des Rosiers. Pick a direction in Paris,
it doesn’t really matter. Whether you explore the 3rd arrondissement
or the 19th, the streets are alive with outdoor cafes’, bars and
shops.
Pleeeeese, can I take it home with me? |
Where Canal St Martin slides under the city |
Yesterday, though we arose late (yea!) and headed toward the
upper end of Canal Martin. After the disappointment of the Marais, I can only
wonder why more is not written of this area. Yes, it is the suburbs and for the
most part the buildings are post 1950 but the parks surrounding the canal are
not to be missed. We walked all the way to the 19th Arr., almost to
the Peripheries (the circular expressway surrounding Paris)
to La Villette, the largest park in Paris.
Around 2pm, we
headed back home for a wonderful experience at Marrakech Hammam. We steamed
until we could barely crawl and then had an invigorating Gommage. A woman with a large loofa, soaps you up and
then exfoliates every inch of your body, until you feel like your skin is
burning. There are not words to describe how silky, smooth this makes your skin
feel or how much it makes you want to take a nap.
Resting after the Hammam |
Night took us to Gare d’Austerlitz, where Harvey
heard tale of dancing along the Seine. Of course, this
is the only time where it has actually rained in Paris;
therefore, no dance. We consoled ourselves with a wonderful Assiette de Formage
in the Latin Quarter and then Charcouterie (sp) a cured
meat plate served in a bar, down a narrow street in St Germain.
The road less traveled |
A delightful walk home we had in the rain, traversing Ile d
Cite to the courtyard of Norte Dame across the bridge to Hotel DeVille.
Pont Sully, Notre Dame in the background |
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