|Saturday, our last full day in Paris would be less ambitious under the foot: milling around the Marais, a trot up to Sacre Coeur and a reunion with an old friend. |
On our return from the cathedral, I found a great little cafe The Broken Arm with coffee as good as any in Sydney, which is to say light years ahead of almost all French coffee. Oh to have an option like this in 2006 when I was making my own coffee on the stove before French language school and serving out portions to my class-mates.
|In the Marais, Munson hip-hopped into the Stravinsky Fountain by the Pompidou Centre to slake his thirst…. |
…and then by les philosophes I tried – not too successfully – to recreate a photo taken with Bondi near the end of our Parisian adventure. Munson’s long time in France ahead of this has given him a certain Gallic indifference to such matters. Bffff.
|Et en fin, we met up with Marta, who already having a great felicity for language when she was in my French classes, had moved from Spain to Paris in recent years. We caught up with her outside one of the cheese stores on Rue Montorgueil and caught up on seven years of life post l’Atelier 9.|