we are slow to waking, but nicely so. as paris sounds jump into our window and our bellies still recovering from last night.
today is slowly waking as we drink machiattos and put on red t's to venture out into the city,,, maybe a neighborhood walk; montmartre? st. michel? st. germain? we will see.
oh, but yesterday, what a day! beginning with a swim into the monet water lilies at musee l'orangerie in the tuilleries garden. 2 round rooms completely surrounded by these intoxicating blues, blues, blues, and greens. we were drowning before being rescued by renoir, picasso and matisse.
we stumbled out into the street finding our way to st. honore where the most expensive shops in the world are. window shopping for our favorite clothes. wen bought boots and a dress for a mere 2100$ at 'colette'. i bought chanel for 8700$.
just for my trips to thriftway(only place i really go on vashon) ...okay, really what we do is pick out all the things we want to buy, add them up and then celebrate how much money we just saved by not buying them. We have save
d over $20,000 so far!
we came upon some interesting music played on speakers and noticed a white faced japanese dancer: butoh! another man danced around him balancing a large crystal ball. within the city speed, it was surreal. (those butoh dancers are so boring)
as we walked away from the dream-like dance, vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm overhead and we saw jets in formation flying over the paris buildings. but it was formation after formation. many people came out of their apartments looking up at the sky. everyone stopped on the street just looking up into the sky watching the designs shooting through the sky spaces between buildings.
we found a wonderful kitchen shop where wen bought an iron kitchen pot for her boss(have fun carrying that home, wen!)
and then we found 'l'eclaireur', a wonderful hidden boutique with the most beautiful interior. we fell in love with this hand-made furniture and found 2 magical charms that will always carry paris on our wrists.
we had to rush home to change for dinner. neither of us can remember the name of the place my friend Jin took us to in bastille, but it couldn't have been more traditionally french with red and white checkered curtains, and small chintzys all around the walls. as soon as we sat down, they brought us small glasses of champagne and a plate of thinly sliced sausages.
the owner, a very large gray haired man(he must've been 80) wearing large square turquoise glasses made suggestions (well, we really didn't have a choice).
so, we ended up with tartine(pork and fresh herbs), foie gras(don't tell) that melted in your mouth, and leek tart.... for starters. and, of course, red wine (what was it???)... but it was very slightly chilled in a bucket of ice right after ordering....the wine itself was not chilled in your mouth, but just the right temp.... and lingered on your tongue for days.
then came the ox tail, rabbit, and chicken in wild mushrooms served with potato/celery puree.
no dessert, but a well-orchestrated performance of the grand 'alcohool de plum' (something like that) anyway, it was a plum alcohol that tasted like a fine cognac with hints of plum.
it was poured into enormous glasses as the owner gave a fine performance while the deep blue flames from lighting the glasses emanated from the rims.
"the flames burn the alcohol; the first pour has none. the second pour will make clouds in front of your eyes. the third, we will let you sleep here...." and on like that. The aroma from the warm liquid was so potent when you put the glass to your lips that you felt high even before the first sip.
it was grand. we dreamed of tail-less oxes and little bunnies.....
now we are off to.... a ferry ride? or perhaps a ferris wheel.
today is slowly waking as we drink machiattos and put on red t's to venture out into the city,,, maybe a neighborhood walk; montmartre? st. michel? st. germain? we will see.
oh, but yesterday, what a day! beginning with a swim into the monet water lilies at musee l'orangerie in the tuilleries garden. 2 round rooms completely surrounded by these intoxicating blues, blues, blues, and greens. we were drowning before being rescued by renoir, picasso and matisse.
we stumbled out into the street finding our way to st. honore where the most expensive shops in the world are. window shopping for our favorite clothes. wen bought boots and a dress for a mere 2100$ at 'colette'. i bought chanel for 8700$.
just for my trips to thriftway(only place i really go on vashon) ...okay, really what we do is pick out all the things we want to buy, add them up and then celebrate how much money we just saved by not buying them. We have save
d over $20,000 so far!we came upon some interesting music played on speakers and noticed a white faced japanese dancer: butoh! another man danced around him balancing a large crystal ball. within the city speed, it was surreal. (those butoh dancers are so boring)
as we walked away from the dream-like dance, vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm overhead and we saw jets in formation flying over the paris buildings. but it was formation after formation. many people came out of their apartments looking up at the sky. everyone stopped on the street just looking up into the sky watching the designs shooting through the sky spaces between buildings.
we found a wonderful kitchen shop where wen bought an iron kitchen pot for her boss(have fun carrying that home, wen!)
and then we found 'l'eclaireur', a wonderful hidden boutique with the most beautiful interior. we fell in love with this hand-made furniture and found 2 magical charms that will always carry paris on our wrists.
we had to rush home to change for dinner. neither of us can remember the name of the place my friend Jin took us to in bastille, but it couldn't have been more traditionally french with red and white checkered curtains, and small chintzys all around the walls. as soon as we sat down, they brought us small glasses of champagne and a plate of thinly sliced sausages.
the owner, a very large gray haired man(he must've been 80) wearing large square turquoise glasses made suggestions (well, we really didn't have a choice).
so, we ended up with tartine(pork and fresh herbs), foie gras(don't tell) that melted in your mouth, and leek tart.... for starters. and, of course, red wine (what was it???)... but it was very slightly chilled in a bucket of ice right after ordering....the wine itself was not chilled in your mouth, but just the right temp.... and lingered on your tongue for days.
then came the ox tail, rabbit, and chicken in wild mushrooms served with potato/celery puree.
no dessert, but a well-orchestrated performance of the grand 'alcohool de plum' (something like that) anyway, it was a plum alcohol that tasted like a fine cognac with hints of plum.
it was poured into enormous glasses as the owner gave a fine performance while the deep blue flames from lighting the glasses emanated from the rims.
"the flames burn the alcohol; the first pour has none. the second pour will make clouds in front of your eyes. the third, we will let you sleep here...." and on like that. The aroma from the warm liquid was so potent when you put the glass to your lips that you felt high even before the first sip.
it was grand. we dreamed of tail-less oxes and little bunnies.....
now we are off to.... a ferry ride? or perhaps a ferris wheel.
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