Paris

First stop this morning, after the boulangerie – of course, was the Metro station to get Shoe and Carol’s weekly pass. Things are somewhat different, you no longer get an orange card, you have to have a passport photo and you have to buy a NAVIGO pass. Carol brought a photo, Shoe had to go into a Fotomat in the station and get his photo taken. After the administrative procedures of cutting the photos to fit, assembling the NAVIGO, and processing payment, we were finally on our way to take care of another errand.

Next stop the train station to purchase our tickets for Germany on Sunday! Mike tried to purchase them on-line, but the only option was to USMail them to our home in Virginia. We knew that wouldn’t work. We found the ticket office for the Trains Grande Ligne and took a number to wait our turn. Finally our number was called and we approached the counter. I had been rehearsing what to say in French over and over in my mind and the woman behind the desk was very tolerant and let me continue in French, even though she spoke English. Turns out tickets were cheaper in the station than buying them on-line! Who knew!

Tickets in hand, we went back to the Metro to head to the Latin Quarter for a cup of hot chocolate, at Cafe du Notre Dame, in the sun across from Notre Dame, which is celebrating its 850th anniversary. Next up a little shoe shopping at the Clark’s store. No bargains or necessities on display so we left empty-handed.

Next on our schedule Mike’s assorted food and kitchen supply stores around Les Halles. Of course, it was now one pm and they were closed for lunch. We stopped for lunch at Le Grille Montogueril. Then we visited MORA, E. DEHILLERIN, G. Detoux, and La Bovida. We saved A. Simon for another day. We strolled up rue Montorgueil looking for a roast chicken for dinner, but decided on fresh pasta instead!

Ravioli from the fresh pasta store with tomato and bocconcini

Ravioli from the fresh pasta store with tomato and bocconcini

 

Sitting around the table after dinner

Sitting around the table after dinner

 

 

 

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