Good morning! It’s so cold here this morning! I had to run an errand yesterday and I noticed that the last time I was in the car before leaving on our trip, I had the A/C on. What a change in a little over two weeks!
We’re still coping with jet lag. Yesterday we fell asleep on the sofa at about 5:30 and slept as if we were drugged. We had to force ourselves awake to eat dinner, as well as not succumbing to sleep until at least 10 pm. Woke up at 5 am, just like yesterday.
I feel as if I am half in this world here at the cottage and half in the world we just left behind. I miss our trip. I miss the luxury of spending all day with my husband; exploring, learning, being. I miss seeing new places, chatting with those we met along the way, marveling at the beauty I saw everywhere. I’ll freely admit that I wish I was back there, much as I love our little cottage.
We’ve each said at different times that we feel transformed. We’re not the same.
Some more of Paris for you. (I have at least one more Paris post after this one.)
I’m in love with the Seine. Completely and utterly in love.
On the Right Bank.
The Place des Vosges. Gorgeous, with a little park in the center of the Place.
Notre Dame and the tip of the Ile de là Cité.
I think someone was moving, but I briefly considered stealing this table.
We went to Montmartre on our anniversary (more on that tomorrow) and the first place we sought out was this café, the Café des 2 Moulins. (Moulin means windmill and Montmartre is known for windmills.) This is the place where Amelie was filmed, her place of work. They now pay homage to their appearance in the movie, but it’s not over-the-top. We had lunch there. Absolutely charming.
There are obviously a lot of Amelie fans, as several people took the same photos we did!
In looking back at my photos this morning, I noticed that the street address in a couple of them is 21. Twenty-one is my favorite number, as it is the day I was born. I’m drawn to it – apparently, I’m drawn to it subconsciously, as well, as I had no idea that these numbers were there until today.
Another example:
Look familiar?
We went to the Marche aux Puces at Clingnacourt/St. Ouen on the weekend and I found a few things. This is a famous flea market and it’s HUGE. I had no idea! The antique/vintage section of it opened a bit later than the rest, so we had a bite to eat while we waited. Don bought a sweet watercolor, we bought a vintage lithograph (!!!) which will be sent to us. And I found a few little treasures – I went for “little” as I had to transport anything I bought home with us.
I found these two eggcups, which are darling. They’re not vintage, but they are so charming. And the morning glories just won me over. There were four of them, but I bought two.
Another egg cup – this one is indeed vintage. There’s a marking on the bottom that I can’t quite make out. I’ll have to study it further.
I bought this miniature pitcher for my collection. Isn’t it lovely?
And I finally found a vintage match striker. I’ve been wanting one for a long time. They were used in cafés and often served as advertising for a company. I really love them (oh no, another collection?) but I’d never found one stateside. There are some very high-end dealers there but that’s not what I was interested in. Finally, I found a wonderful warren of aisles that were just the ticket. That’s where I found the egg cups and pitcher and the match striker.
The name of the company that is advertising on this striker is Frémy Fils & Cie. (Frémy Sons and Company).
The other side: Eaux-de-vie et Liqueurs.
With matches:
And on the French bistro table:
I love it.
More tomorrow. I’m starting to feel a wee bit human again.
Even though we’ve been less attentive fans in the past couple of years, we’re thrilled that our Red Sox are in the World Series, so we’ll be watching tonight.
Happy Friday.