After all the excitement of Le Tour yesterday, this needed to be a very chill day. The main event for the day would be dinner at Frenchie--a restaurant I had hoped to visit on my trip three years ago but 'twas not to be. It's a really small restaurant and not the easiest reservation to get even if you're only a party of two, let alone a party of eight (which we were at the time). We ended up going across the street on that 2013 trip to the Frenchie Wine Bar as a group and all loved it. Still, I kept the Frenchie experience tucked away for another day and today would be that day.
We slept in, had our breakfast at the hotel, I worked on the blog in my pajamas. I purposely didn’t plan to do a whole lot on these last couple of days in Paris. I saw most of the “must sees” when I was here three years ago and I didn’t want to be in such a hurry running around that I missed the Paris vibe. The Paris vibe, as defined by moi, mainly consists of walking or biking around the city, stopping to notice beauty and…spending at least $75 on pastries. #zutalors And because we are here for such a short time, I didn't want to feel rushed or that I was coordinating everything. I wanted my shoulders lowered.
We did not go to Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower or Sacre Coeur. We did not go to Le Bon Marche or the Louvre. We ate well and I stopped to take pictures and walked and biked and walked and biked and bought pastries and went to Le Jardin de Luxembourg. By the time we got going it was late lunch-ish and all I could think about was having a Niçoise salad and a glass of white at Le Comptoir.
After lunch Dean and I split so I could hit some (pastry) shops and Dean wanted to track down a French (French Football Federation) football jersey for Walker. We saw one on a little boy in Le Comptoir and his mother told us where to get one. Walker is going to flip. Of course we've seen about a hundred things that Mamie would love on this trip as souvenirs but hardly anything for the boys so when we saw the jersey, we had to spring for it.
We met back at Le Jardin du Luxembourg. I got there first and just sat with my feet up and my pain au chocolat for a good while. It was so peaceful. Dean got there and almost immediately it started to rain. We waited it out underneath the thickly canopied trees and even that was peaceful. As we started our walk out of the gardens, we stopped to watch some of the chess players.
Before dinner we stopped for a cocktail at the Hemingway Bar in The Ritz and happened to snag the last table in the small, cozy place. It was closed along with the hotel for refurbishment when I was last in town which was disappointing--so I was happy to have a chance to go. Best place imaginable to spend $30 on a cocktail. We were served little snacks, we channeled the old man himself, the bartender wore a white coat and black tie, the bar maids were so kind, the chairs were comfy, the cocktail napkins cloth, the glasses engraved and the drinks were perfect. Loved it.
We hopped on our Velib bikes and set out for our 9:30 reservation at Frenchie. We walked in and gave the hostess our best “bonsoir” and she gave us two seats at the chef’s table—alongside the expediting island near the kitchen. Dean and I both looked at each other like, “This’ll be good.” It’s been a while since we’ve been given the privilege of seats at a chef’s table—and it’s an experience that really draws us into the whole art and mission behind a meal. We got to talk to the chef, Austin Johnson, and several on his team, mainly Claire Dellinger who was queen of the cold dish expediting station directly in front of us.
The meal was not just our favorite meal we had in Paris—I would venture that when all is said and done and we’re flying back over the Atlantic, it will win out as our favorite from the trip. It’s the kind of meal we were still talking about the next day. Photos to follow….
Continental breakfast on a tray? We’ll take that on our terrace, s’il vous plait.
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Mr. Pain au Chocolat says, “bonjour!”
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Moments surrounding our happy visit to The Hemingway Bar in The Ritz. What an extravagantly gorgeous hotel. Dean says we can stay here for our 50th anniversary. I countered with 35th.
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There’s a quote on the bar menu from Hemingway which says, “If I have any money? I can’t think of any better way of spending money than on champagne.” Hear, hear Ernie.
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A surprise selfie kiss in the Place du Vendome? Heck yeah! C’est Paris!!
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