Today I went for a bit of walk around Le Marais and as it was my Dad’s favourite place in Paris I ventured off to the George Pompidou centre of art. I had my first ( made in France) croissant it was so much better than what most Australian pastry shops pump out. I am not sure how the French would have rated it but I loved it. It was from a boulangerie on my street. I went in and had my first positive experience with my very limited French speaking skills. She was nearly as lovely as the croissant. When I was a kid Dad used to drive a couple of suburbs away to get Mum croissants on Mothers day. Todays croissant reminded me of them! I will be back to her shop again. It started my day off with happy memories and a smile.
I hadn’t looked at the website for the Pompidou centre so I got there long before their opening time of 11am. As it was too early for most places to be open I turned around to come back to the apartment. Had my first French beggar conversation , well he talked and I said that “i don’t understand”. He was harmless enough! Went to a much friendlier supermarket to get a few more supplies for the fridge , a lovely French African boy helped me , while kindly smiling at my very bad language skills, he said “you’re welcome” at the end so I probably could have spoken English to him, but I am trying not to . I will definitely be going back to that one. Hope he is there again.
Three police motorcycles , a marked police car and a plain car with very handsome suited police (one with a wrist band hanging out the window that said “police)” stopped traffic and made their way past where I was walking. Would have loved to have followed them to find out what was so important!
The Pompidou centre was amazing, sadly the museum of modern art was closed for upgrading , I’ll just have to go back next time I am in Paris :D. I got the audio guide. That was really interesting, I have never used one before but I will be getting them again. It took 3 hours to look at all the art and shops. Then I had lunch at the restaurant at the top of the centre. It wasn’t cheap but the food was really good and it was amusing that there were staff smoking as they worked. I wouldn’t be going back in a hurry but I am glad I went..
There is a very funny French man who works at the Carlisle Street Wine Bar in Melbourne. A couple of the phrases that he said I must know came in very handy today. I am so grateful. He also recommended a Champagne called Veuve Chabert. The nice supermarket stocks it so I will indulge in it a couple of times whilst I am here.
Champagne corks seem to pop louder in France! maybe, they lose gas on their long trip to Australia? Today has been such a better day than yesterday people have been much more welcoming .
Down and up the stairs 4 times so far today. The last trip up was rather painful 😉
Tomorrow it is off to Reims . (pronounced Rance) I could ask them about the loudness of the pop!
Maybe it is just the walls of a 17th century building that makes it go pop so loudly.