Monday was spent on housekeeping-laundry and cooking. Wanted to use up the chicken I had frozen and the huge sweet potato I had on hand so I made another batch of chicken curry and rice. It produced a big quantity so now I have enough for at least four meals. Well we like it and Harley enjoys leftovers as long as they taste good.
I've become obsessed with videos about jewelry making so I spent several hours watching those, each one leading to curiosity about another technique. How to be productively lazy! Didn't even go outdoors.
Tuesday was a totally different kind of day. It started with an email from Sandy as I sat down to drink my morning coffee mentioning the bombings in Boston. I had not known about them as we don't watch TV and I hadn't checked the NY Times website Monday evening. It sent chills through me just as it did for most other people. Sandy's sister Alison had run the marathon and luckily was past the finish line before the explosions. So hard to understand people who get their kicks from making other people suffer. I fear the US may face further incidents since copy cat action seems inevitable.
After reading all that was in the Times and checking out the other US and world news we made a run to the grocery for necessities, put them away and headed into town for lunch at a favorite creperie in th Marais. One bus ride and a fairly long walk later we found the place but it was closed.m should have checked for the days it is open. We had passed a spot that we had visited years earlier, Les Philosophes. So we turned around and headed for it, got a seat at one of the sidewalk tables and were given menus. Everything sounded good but expensive. When all attempts to get the waiter's attentioned failed we took the approach of voting with our feet, otherwise known as leaving. By now it was after two in the afternoon and we were very hungry. So we decided to find something on Rue des Rosiers, the heart of the Jewish section. Turning around again we walked back a couple of blocks and found a falafel and pita place and went in. Ordered pita sandwiches with schwarma, two cans of beer and a plate of eggplant, Israeli style. Everything was delicious and the waitress was pleasant and helpful. A change from Les Philosophes.
Heading back to the bus to go home, we stopped at a small grocery, l'Izrael that we had discovered on an earlier trip to Paris. It as just as amazing a shop as ever. If you are a foodie inParis I strongly recommend a visit.
Getting back to our neighborhood on the bus we stopped at Starbucks for a bag of ground coffee. Why Starbucks when you are in Paris you ask. Because it is hard to find decent coffee for brewing here. If you have read David Lebovitz's web site about Paris you would find his opinion is that coffee beans in Paris are awful and whenever he goes to Italy from here he comes back with a suitcase full of coffee. Would you believe?
Paris factoid: Many of the homeless on the streets have a pet dog or cat.
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