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Thursday, February 16, 2012

0 Paris Signs

I'm addicted to Paris signs especially in the Metro. It can help if you get lost looking for the exit...

I learned today at The Paris Chronicles the white 'beveled' Metro tiles are quite special - they not only reflect more light but have become a chic addition to many homeowner's kitchens and bathrooms.

I love the separate exits in the Metro. No fighting incoming riders like in New York's MTA. Any wonder NYC makes the top of the list for rudest city?

FYI you won't be able to use the machines if you don't have a chip in your credit card so be sure to have euros onhand.

Leaving the inner sanctum of the Metro can set you up

For spectacular views like l'Opera Garnier. But you'll be on an island, Pl Charles Garnier with at least 4-5 possible crossings on offer.

I'm immersed reading Thirza Vallois on my new Kindle. She keeps you busy every single step looking this way and that, taking in historical data I previously overlooked. No wonder I see red in Paris. Formerly the cobblestones were streaming with it.

The Pont Neuf Metro lets you out on a 16th century bridge once teaming with booths, markets, jugglers, prostitutes...

Only les Bouquinestes were allowed to stay...

And the pigeons...

I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for Paris signs advertising 'La Formule' lunches come March...

Bonjour Paris Signs!

0 Men Are Animals

In Bergdorfs windows men are animals...

They've done this before...

This is not the first time they've put wolves in sheeps clothing(woolen suits etc.)

Or let the lamb and the wolf sit down together for a shave and a haircut, two bits!

Artic wolves and penquins are on friendly terms in Bergdorf's mens windows...

The Paris Metro thinks men are animals, but not so well behaved/bien elevee as Bergdorfs...

French frogs caught jumping the turnstile is a non, non.

SVP do NOT spit out your gum inside le Metro! Wait until you are outside....

Evidently la femme Francaise can behave badly blabbing loudly on le bus! Who knew?

Back to sane Bergdorfs where dapper cats...

Take trustworthy dogs for a spin in the Park...

This little dog is waiting patiently for the Xmas windows across 5th Avenue.

Aren't we all...

BONJOUR Les Animaux!

0 Rendez-vous at Cafe Pouchkine

Cafe Pouchkine, watercolor, 9" x 11"

I had a teatime rendez-vous with PastryParis author, Susan Hochbaum near Metro Franklin D. Roosevelt. *NEVER agree to meet anyone near this metro. In fact avoid it at all costs. It's totally confusing + it was pouring cats and dogs out to boot. Where was Leslie Caron to lead me out the right exit? I turned around and went home :(

Thanks to email we re-connected later at Cafe Pouchkine - Printemps..

That's Susan about to take her seat at the counter. Go early before it gets crowded. Word is out. Or else the cafe is being bombarded by PBers :)

I hit it lucky - la vendeuse is completely involved packing up pastries and misses me taking pastry shots. On the left a Russian witty version of the quelle ordinaire French choquette (Chouquette Botchka) - those little sugared puffs you buy a bag of for 1-2 euros.

What is a 'Medovick'? Does it matter?

Everything at Cafe Pouchkine is pretty amazing and worth a try...

I decide on the rosey-raspberry jelled concoction on the left...

Extremement jolie!

Clever Pouchkine lets you eat on top of rows of macarons, chocolate truffles and nougat so you never lose focus on their pastries...

Susan asks if this is a favorite of mine? Not at all. I'm ready to experiment these days after eating at least 20 tarte au citron meringuees...

Third time Susan is indulging in this Pouchkine fantasie...

Susan's description:

'I don't know what it's called but it was a rolled lemon poppy cake with salted butter caramel. The meringues around the side melted like snowflakes in my mouth.'