A bottle of wine / a baguette / some cheese / some music and the rooftops of Paris – this is my Afterlife
It’s not a good croissant if there aren’t any crusty crumbs to stick your tongue into. (Clafouti, are you reading this?)
Sadly, the trip is over, but I’ll post more photos soon.
My favourite Serge Gainsbourg song (though that changes once in a while) is about another song – Les feuilles mortes (Autumn Leaves). Serge’s song is called La chanson de Prévert (Prévert’s Song) – lyrics by Jacques Prévert with music by Joseph Kosma. Here are the French lyrics, with the English translation by Alex Chabot.
|Oh je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Cette chanson était la tienne
C’était ta préférée
Qu’elle est de Prévert et
Avec d’autres bien sûr je m’abandonne
A cela il n’est rien
Passe l’automne vienne
Cette chanson, LES FEUILLES MORTES
|Oh how I’d like you to remember
This song was yours
It was your favorite
It’s by Prévert and
With others of course I give up
For that there isn’t anything
The autumn passes and brings
That song, DEAD LEAVES
The studio I’m renting is on Rue Saint-Sabin. it’s very residential with some offices. The only restaurant on the street is Amici Miei, an Italian restaurant that specializes in pizza. Every evening, when I walk by, there are about a dozen people waiting to get into a stuffed-to-the-gills room – I can never get in. This evening there was no one waiting outside, so I went in, and amazingly, there was a table available. The ambience is wonderful – bustling, but not too noisy, with delicious aromas (am I mixing my senses here?) emanating from the kitchen. I had the Carpaccio de pesce spada e melone (espadon et melon / swordfish with melon) as antipasti and Linguine alle vongole (palourdes / clam). It was all delicious, particularly the linguine. A 25cl carafe of red rounds everything off perfectly. it is well reviewed on the web.
Save at lunch with a sandwich, splurge at dinner.
Later I met up with my very good friend François and his god-daughter Ivana for a beer. Imagine having a Guinness in Corsican bistrot called Hall 1900.
Serving socks for over twenty years. All the big department stores have these walls. I used to buy my Burlingtons from La Samaritaine, which sadly closed in 2005 – the buildings were declared unsafe – they were declared historic monuments in 1990.
(Click this image I took at Galeries Lafayette for a high-res version and let me know which ones you’d like!)
Rue Montorgeuil is a fantastic market street with cheese shops, bakeries, fish stores, wine shops, produce and flower shops. It’s a very hip neighbourhood. There’s a Starbucks that I hope the smart people avoid comme la peste. The area has my favourite pavement. Small, square stones are arranged in a wavy pattern – the streets are dark, the sidewalks are light.
Bart is a gentle, generous 55 year old Dutchman that has been visiting La Roche for 45 years. His house is isolated from the rest of the hamlet. He bought it a few years ago and has restored it on his own. He has no electricity but has a spring that provides excellent, healthy water. Everything has to be hauled up via a rocky path on the mountain, including the cast iron stoves!
Faux-vintage interior scenes