We made it to the Marias District at a snail's pace in search of good Japanese ramen (Michael lived in Japan for two years, so he knows his ramen)... took us awhile but alas. My stomach has a better sense of direction than my head, unfortunately. On our way to the Pompidou (modern art museum), we found some macaroons. Not just any macaroons, but God's gift to man's mouth macaroons. Pistachio cheese, chocolate passionfruit, coffee caramel, blackberry currant... the texture is a soft cake/meringue with a cool, creaminess in between... heaven in your mouth. I wish I had pictures of both our faces each time we bit into a new flavor... we were cracking up because they kept getting better and we'd face each other, miming and savoring our extraordinary discovery! I decided that if I got hit by a bus, I'd die happy, for I spent the whole afternoon with art, macaroons and good company.
The modern art was tiring... I appreciated Picasso, Chagall and Dali of course, but they were all before 1960 and were ACTUALLY artistic. The new millennium shit is wacko- French videos of women standing on street corners with a cardboard box over their boobs, letting men line up to cop a feel. If I did that, people would want their money back. A few hours later M and I decided to find a hospital and get IV's of caffeine... no luck, so we stopped in Saint Martin's church- dark, cold and eery, with gospel music playing and candles lit along the pews...cool ambiance. For my final Paris spectacle, we metroed over to the Arc de Triumph and stood in awe, in the rain imagining valiant soldiers and esteemed predecessors entering through the arch to the center of the city, greeted by the townspeople... such history.
Back to St. Germain in the rain we trucked, We grabbed a few splendors for dinner- caprese salad (nothing beats fresh mozzarella, tomatoes and basil), veggie burger patties and our last (we claim) "fromage and pain" for awhile. For my finale night in Paris, we decided to get our jazz on. So we got all shnazzed up and headed to Le Duce des Lombards, the most respected jazz club in the city. I ran for cappuccinos while M stood in line and oh what a treat! J. Schwartz-Bart and S. Everett with special guest Anne Ducros- extremely renowned musicians and boy did they deliver. We sat right by the drums and drank our new favorite Polish vodka that is like a nutmeg party in a glass. Really entertaining show, full house and killer venue. After a night cap at a bar across the street, we hopped on the last metro of the evening around 1:30 am and headed to le flat.
Off to Dijon tomorrow! After a glutenous and glamorous 10 days in Paris, I'm ready to get out and see the country, eat more fruits and vegetables and see less tourists.
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