I have a temporary home in the 7th arrondissement tonight before heading to Brugge tomorrow. We are staying on the 5th floor in the Hotel Kensington, and it doesn’t seem right what I paid for this view. I’m sure a flat in this area would be near a million dollars, especially with the view we have.
My aunt has not spent much time in this area, so I took her on a little tour to Rue Cler. After seeing new areas in Paris on this trip, I can understand why Rue Cler is Rick Steves’ favorite. If you picture Paris charm coming from cheese shops, markets, locals shopping for their daily meal, and a view of the Eiffel Tower, then this is the neighborhood for you.
We stopped for lunch at one of the Boulangeries where I like to grab a sandwich. A meal for about 4 Euros is a pretty sweet deal in Paris. The bread is crusty and chewy. I felt like a cave woman gnawing away at muscles from the animal my husband just brought home. The French must have strong jaws. I enjoy my eating workout as I watch everyone scoot along the pedestrian street with their ingredients for the day.
I’ve got a weird sensation behind my knee (and I’m praying I haven’t torn something), so we just walked along the Seine to sit in the Tuileries. Even though I was just there yesterday, I enjoyed the visit today just as much.
I write lying in my bed that has a view over the tree tops of the avenue. The reflection in the open window is what I envision when I close my eyes and think of Paris. Double-decker tour buses pass below, and I feel I should wave from my balcony. I am spoiled today.