After our usual several cups of coffee, surfing the net and breakfast, we set off to find another "junque" store near our apartment. I was looking for some old French books for a reasonable price. I'd found some wonderful old books on Saturday at the Vanves Flea Market, but they were too many Euros, and too lovely to cut up! Today I found just what I was looking for, paid just a few Euros for a big book of sheet music, and three other old books--perfect for the project I have in mind.
(And I'm glad we can check three bags each going home--we might need to!)
We made a quick trip back to our apartment--those books were heavy, and I certainly didn't want to carry them around all day.
Our plan for the afternoon was to visit the Canal St. Martin area, which seems to be an "up & coming" neighborhood, from what I've read. It's not an area we've been to and I was intrigued, so off we went.
After a couple of line changes we got out at the Republique Metro stop, and easily found our way to the canal. It's a nice, wide canal winding through a small section of Paris, and there are several foot bridges crossing the canal. We planned to walk up one side, and back down the other, which would be quite a long walk.
At the beginning of the canal, in the Square Jules Ferry, we found this interesting statue. The inscription reads: La Grisette de 1830. I was intrigued, so I "googled" it and found that a grisette was a term used to describe a young woman of easy virtue, and later came to mean a young woman who was somewhat "bohemian" in their lifestyle. Interesting!
This statue was sculpted in 1911 by Jean Descomps.
Canal St. Martin:
We walked along for a few blocks, then decided to turn up a side street to look for a spot for lunch. We didn't find too much of interest, and soon we came to a wide street--Blvd. Magenta. We thought surely we'd find a nice place for lunch, but we weren't too excited about the menu offerings.
I'm not sure why we continued on this street--it certainly wasn't interesting, pretty or even nice. Eventually we found ourselves at Gare d 'Est, we were hungry, tired of walking, and definitely not impressed with the area!
We hopped on the Metro, finding our way to one of our old standbys--Leon de Bruxelles. We settled in for a nice lunch of mussels and fries and a couple of Christmas beers. Just what the doctor ordered, and we enjoyed every bite.
Well, maybe not what the doctor ordered, because the longer we sat the worse I felt. By now I'm pretty sure I'm coming down with something, and I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck--frontwards and backwards.
I had a brief but lovely illusion of hailing a taxi, settling in for a nice comfortable ride right to the front door of our apartment. Ahhhh, the luxury!
Nah--I sucked it up, we trudged back down into the Metro, up & down many sets of stairs, through the long passageways, and finally made it home.
Home--where I'm now all snuggled in, resting comfortably with a glass of red wine. I'm pretty sure the doctor would order that, right?
Keeping my fingers crossed that I'll feel MUCH better tomorrow---Good night from Paris.