10 May 17
You know you’ve gotten a bit too into this whole morning pastry thing when you head for a morning walk to a destination shop, in this case Pouline, but stop at your local for a warm Pain Au Raisin to fuel up for the trek. Prouline was a little disappointing, so I stopped at few others including Maison Mornay just to round out the selection before grabbing Jamie’s coffee and returning home.
En route to my morning adventure, I stopped into the perfectly aged St Gervais et St Protais Church, the first example of the French Baroque style. I had enough time to sit, breathe and light a candle.
Today I got to enjoy a special gift from Jamie: a cooking class at La Cuisine Paris focused on classic French sauces. I recently read [and recommend] Julia Child’s ‘My Life in France.’ It tells the story of a courageous woman breaking the glass ceiling and going on to change the food landscape as we know it. My goal was not to break my sauces, in this case a vinaigrette, mayonnaise, port wine sauce (veal gravy) and Bearnaise. Our host, Cyril was both charming and informative and made the 3 hour event extremely fun. I would love to do something like this again.
While I cooked, the family went food shopping and feasted on grilled cheese for lunch. We met up at 1 and walked to the Jardin Du Louxemberg. The grounds were manicured to perfection, but the highlight was the playground. This was the largest playground I’ve ever seen! They rightfully charge a modest admission, which I happily handed over before the boys got down to business.
Eli charges up slides and after pigeons. Noah loves the spring loaded rockers and even heads into the 7-12 year old section with me. There is a massive swing, a cross between a poma lift and a zip line, surrounded by a horde of screaming children. We get in line and I am convinced he will either logically aire on the side of caution and bow out or fall off instantly. I load him up, he says go, and launches off into the air. He swings wide around the first bend and holds on! Down the big straight and around the second bend he comes in at full clip and I’m there to catch him and share in the celebration. He is overjoyed. We jump up an down at his accomplishment. I have no pictures, but the feeling lives on in my heart. (Sorry for kvelling)
After we walk the rest of the grounds, Noah and I playing tag. Before hopping an Uber home, Jamie spots Agelina, the place you MUST go for hot chocolate. In spite of the heat, we order a cup of heavenly molten chocolate and few macaroons. The girls had previously declared a dislike for these colorful confections, but consider them converted! As if they’d ever tried real, fresh, French macaroons…
While girls prepped for their night out, I quickly made the rounds of the Rambateu for boys night provisions: A steak to saute, Noix Entrecote from Sarl Bouchere, pizza and falafel to accompany and a valencia orange and an eclair for dessert. That was decadent enough to leave the ladies jealous as they headed out for their night on the town.
After dinner it got a bit wild here, no shocker. Eli climbs into cupboards and onto furniture. He escapes Noah’s attention long enough to get jealous, then cries when he receives more physical play then he can handle. His default response to tears is to start screaming “DADDDY!” At this brief moment in time, he’s a total Daddy’s boy. That will change shortly when realizes who holds the real empathy in this family. Shower time is always a highlight for them. Funny, because we thought the lack of a bathtub would be a problem. I have them asleep right on schedule and enjoy time to catch up on my blog and photo editing.
Meanwhile, Jamie and Joan headed over to the Louvre, which is open late on Wednesdays. They saw the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo. After, they head to dinner at Le Fumoir. Jamie got hit on by a stranger who even gave her his number. Oo la la! (Oddly enough Noah has started using this expression). They report that dinner was delicious, commenting on the quality of the flavors. We all turn in for the evening; the first in which both boys slept through the night.