That's the walk I did yesterday with a fun group. It was great! Lots of old buildings, delicious pastries, and a beautiful church.

Hotel Lutetia, four-star hotel built in 1910 and the first art deco hotel in Paris. During the '20s and '30s it housed famous guests including Picasso, Matisse, and Charles de Gaulle for his honeymoon. The nicest suite, named for the sculptor Arman (who stays there several weeks a year), is a mere 2500 euros a night, a still of a dill compared to the imperial suite at the Ritz (8500/night).

One of my more successful self-portrait attempts. Jacqueline's the talented one in this department.

How refreshing. The Harry Potter craze never dies.

Yay, another place where someone famous lived. Speaking of Harry Potter and places where famous people lived, Jacqueline and I found out that Nicholas Flamel lived in Paris, his house is still there, and it's not far from school! We'll going to check it out sometime.

We were instructed to check out #18, built in 1720. Just next door in #17, aristocrat Saint-Simon finished his memoirs, published in 1753.

How can I caption this...Bond girls are forever.

Couldn't resist.

The most famous bakery in Paris:
Poilâne, opened in 1932. Their bread is made of stone-ground flour, raised without yeast, and baked in wood-fire ovens, and makes its way to restaurants around the world every day. It can even be shipped to your home in the US for 36 euros a loaf!

We tried to convince Mike to buy the lovely ensemble in the middle.

Next stop, one of France's most exciting names in pastry: Pierre Hermé, which has actually been around longer in Japan (10 years) than in France (only 7). Their beautiful creations are pricey, but we had so much fun eating ours in the nearby square (and photographing the whole process).

Diane's: cheesecake with rose-flavored stuff on top.

Jacqueline's was the prettiest: two macaroons with rose-flavored stuff in the middle and raspberries on the outside.

Mine: rich cheesecake with lemon stuff on top.

Mike's: a variation on the popular
mille-feuille (thousand sheets--known in the US as a "Napoleon"), a vanilla deux mille-feuille. Look at those flaky layers!

Mmmm. Those flavors were so intense.

I think I can still taste the rose.

Fountain in the square.

Next stop: the second-biggest church in Paris, Saint-Sulpice, made famous by
The Da Vinci Code. It's beautiful. I'll have to go back and take pictures.



This shop, Au Plat d'Etain, has been selling miniature figurines since 1783. Those little soldiers in the front will only set you back 100 euros for 5. I'm giving you lots of prices...I guess I'm amazed that even rich people pay the kind of money they do for some things.

Of course, we all had to pose with the street sign.

Le Purdey?!

Molly, this one's for you. Not only does it say "Princess Street," there are all kinds of flashy purses in the window!

More princess action!

One of my better self-portrait attempts. :) At the end, it started hailing on us!

We ran for the metro. Why am I the only one that looks hailed-on and why does it always precipitate when my hair looks nice?
1 comment:
YOu are right. I was thinking that was the street for Molly before I got to your comment about her.
I wish I could have some snacks like that on my next walk. Goldfish and fruit snacks just don't compare.
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