What a weekend looks like, in Montmartre
My life isn’t very glamourous, despite how much my wanna-be fancy photographs of Paris and France try to make it appear as such. One of these days I want to do A Day in the Life post (song reference, anyone?), not because I find my life that interesting or compelling—though I do believe having a blog, by definition, kind of attaches a sort of self-indulgent characteristic to a person—but because I think it’s important to realize that I don’t spend all of my time eating croissants and walking underneath the Eiffel Tower. Plus, my mom and a couple of my friends back home are interested in that kind of thing. So, that’ll happen, one of these days.
With all that being said, this has been my life over the past week and a half:
(These were all taken with my iphone. I take them with the intention to instagram them, but after realizing I’ve turned my instagram feed into basically a pastry and cafe wonderland, I’ve been trying to be verrry selective about how much I clog it up. You can thank me for that—unless you want to see non-stop images of butter, the most reliable form of calories around these parts, in all its beautiful forms.)
So yes, most days I do take an expresso, and oftentimes alongside a little treat. As I’m guessing you can imagine, I have a real nice time looking in all the glass cases in every patisserie shop I go in or walk by. It hasn’t been too hard to justify testing out all the pastries and viennoiseries. The sampling you see above includes macarons (of course; I always tend to stick to classic flavors like chocolat, pistache, caramel salée, and vanille), croissant aux amandes (this I can never resist, ever), a brioche suisse chocolat, a flan nature, and little chouquettes (given to my friend and I as a gift, with the reason being that we’re cute, or at least I’d like to think so). It’s especially easy to justify buying and trying macarons, seeing as I have this interest in trying to figure out the best ones in the city. Expect to see another post about that, one of these days when I’ve gotten a little more experience.
On weekends taking a coffee and a treat takes on a whole new level: for my au pair friends and I, there is no limit to our leisure, seeing as we don’t have to make it back by a certain time to pick up the kids from school. Last weekend we went to Montmartre—an area of Paris I am sure you have heard about. It has intense tourist traffic year-round, which is juxtaposed with the fact that the area, along with the whole of the 18th district in addition to the 19th, is poorer and has some of the heaviest crime concentration in Paris. But I really love the area, with its winding, narrow and hilly streets. And I don’t know the reputation Sacre Cœur has (you tell me?) but I frankly think its absolutely gorgeous, inside and out. At first I didn’t think it “fit” with Paris—it has an almost oriental look to it, doesn’t it?
Plus, Montrmartre does have some incredible views of Paris. I think that’s pretty self-evident from the photos below, though. One of my favorite things about Paris is how it feels like such a complete city. The mood, the personality, the Parisiens—it all seems to fit together, like a finished story. The architecture of the bulidings and the grey-blue-cream colors they form really match up with how the city feels. It’s also why I haven’t been minding Paris when it rains—for some reason, when the grey, rainy skies are backdropped against the blue-grey (but beautiful) buildings, it all seems to feel right. Plus, it makes taking a café and a petit gâteau feel all the more appropriate.
Anyway, I’m off to enjoy more of this type of thing this weekend. I hope you have a nice one, too. x
PS: Music, besides a whole, whole bunch of Radiohead, has been most recently consisting of this song. It’s not the type of song I’ll be listening to in a year, no doubt, but it’s been exactly what I’m in the mood for lately.
Oh, and in case you haven’t noticed from the silence around here lately, I have no actual cooking to share with you. Surprise!—is anyone noticing a trend here? I do a lot more cooking now that I’m in Paris, but it’s not the type I don’t think you can really blog about. It’s actually funny, this whole blogging thing. Because I feel like the type of cooking I’ve been doing—cooking up some chicken, heating up vegetables, cooking pasta—is the sort of thing people live on. It’s what fills our meals (especially for those with kids), day to day. That’s really important, is it not? But it’s not the thing that I know how to blog about, or at least, not yet. Plus I still don’t have the guts to really cook up the hungarian meatballs or polish stuffed cabbage that I’ve been dreaming about making lately. We’ll see if I ever arrive at that point.