I can only share a bit, because I'm pretty sure I've already worn out my internet welcome at my director's apartment. I just had to share a bit of what I lalove about my most beloved ville (but there's more . . .I could go on for days about couples and art and the metro and food ah beautiful and glorious)This is in the Quartier Juif (Jewish neighborhood) he was calling down in Yiddish to a Jewish bakery kiddy corner to his apartment. I hope they were talking about Shabbas bread.
It's an ostrich (Je pense). . . with pearls on its legs (Je sais). I mean come on! How fantastic is that?
Coolest bookstore near Sainte Sulpice. Good book people inhabit this place, each speaking at least 2.5 languages.
Magnificent boulangerie, creates baguettes in the historical fashion. Sans yeast but avec stone ground flour.
Another thing I love in Paris are the windows. I'm endlessly fascinated by every kind of window. Stained glass, shuttered, broken, residential, palatial, storefront (I'm shameless, and I take pictures of window displays. Isn't that such a faux pas? I don't even care. Ok I do a bit, enough to try and be a bit discrete, but what can you do? I can't help myself).