Yesterday I had a bit of a break from museums. I did very little during the day except go to Marche des Enfants Rouge for lunch, a quick trip to BHV ( their version of Myers or David Jones) and then back to Enfants Rouge for some tomato salad for breakfast. I went out with the Lily in the evening , she gave me a very captivating tour around the 2nd and 1st arrondissements . So much fascinating history! I find it all very interesting. We stopped off for a wine at a restaurant called Verjus. I had that on my list of places I wanted to go so I was a little excited about that. :D. We walked some more and went to a nice cafe for dinner. I have really enjoyed meeting Lily , I hope it is the start of a long friendship.
This morning I slept in again. a little too late to be going to anywhere that requires you getting there early. I set off for Musee de Cluny it is just a short Metro ride away to the left bank. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Maybe my favourite so far! Some of the artifacts are so old that it is rather moving. It isn’t as crowded as the other larger museums which made for a very pleasant change after Musee D’Orsay. Even the age of the building is breathtaking. Here is some info on the building.
I wasn’t able to get a worthy photo of any of the tapestries they were so big and detailed I wondered how long it took the people to make them. There were choir pews with every one with different carvings on them. I wish I could have taken a photo of them but there was no flash allowed. I could have stayed all day but I wanted lunch and to see the Panthéon. The Panthéon was way too crowded for comfort so I ventured off to find a cafe. I stumbled across a tiny Greek deli in St Germain that also served lunch. There was a pretty high profit margin on the lunch but that was fine. It was so yum and quick and yum and well yum. The “old” man serving it spoke no English so we got by on the little French and Greek that I know. ( I learnt a tiny bit of Greek at primary school). As I was leaving he called me “kookla” which I think in Greek translates to cheeky girl. ( once again I may be wrong 😉 ) . I wanted to go to one of the Islands to check out a bar for Celia so off I went. I was approached by my first and hopefully last aggressive beggar. I have a few coins in my pocket saved for these situations but he was such a wad I just couldn’t bring myself to be bullied into giving them to him on the premise that he was the representative of some obscure religion. As I walked away he yelled out ” go away and die” . Now after years of working in hospitality, the T.A.B and public health such taunts now no longer upset me so much as make me go
Perhaps what I heard wasn’t “go away and die” and was some French word sounding similar that means “that scarf really suits your eyes” but I doubt it. Family members and my numerous mothers don’t worry if he had’ve got more aggressive I would have given him a couple of coins. He just reminded me of some “god botherers” that bother on Chapel Street they come up all nice and when you politely say no they wish death upon you or call you ugly. Any god that has gatherers out there speaking to anyone like that doesn’t impress me. So I may have some extremist voodoo hex/curse on me but it is more likely I don’t 😀
I made a brisk walk home and went back out to my next cooking class at la cuisine ( post to follow)