Friday Five

1. Take a seat at a corner brasserie in Saint-Germain:
Le Bonaparte

Even though the food was lackluster and overpriced, the atmosphere really is adorable.

2. This Ladurée shop window:
Ladurée? Oui!

Macarons, you say? Oui! Bien sûr! (No, but seriously. Please?)

3. An empty bench in the Jardin des Tuileries:
Jardin des Tuileries

Face forward, and you can see the Eiffel Tower and the Place de la Concorde. Turn around, and you’re looking straight at the Louvre. This might be the best seat in all of Paris (except, perhaps, for a table at Le Jules Verne, the restaurant in the Eiffel Tower).

4. Crooked doors in Montmartre:
Crooked doors, Montmartre

Signs of Montmartre’s age are apparent in little ways all around the neighborhood; the little village has more cottages and typical artist lofts than the classical Haussmann buildings found elsewhere in Paris, and that’s just one of the many, many reasons I love the 18eme.

5. The lunch crowd on Cité Berryer:
Cité Berryer

Proof that Paris isn’t as empty as I like to make it seem. People! I wrote a quick, short little piece based on this photograph, about a woman meeting her husband for lunch, just as an exercise to keep my brain in shape. Here is the opening:

“I read somewhere once that the Native Americans, standing there at Plymouth Rock hundreds of years ago, might not have actually seen the Pilgrim’s boats approaching on the water, so strange and overwhelming must the sight have been for them. Some historian argued that the concept of a ship was so foreign and inconceivable to their primitive way of life that they likely only saw water and the uninterrupted horizon, that their brains couldn’t process the big, floating, wooden structures, and instead saw through them as if they weren’t there at all, until the Pilgrims marched onto the shore and interrupted everything about their life to that point.

That’s what this affair has felt like. I didn’t see it approaching until it was right at my feet, and by then it was too late. A surprise massacre I should have seen coming but didn’t know what to look for.

I’m thinking about this as I’m waiting for him. I’d picked this spot because it was halfway between our two offices, but also because of the crowd; it would be impossible, for either of us, to cause a scene if we couldn’t move our elbows without bumping someone’s bread basket off their table.”

24 thoughts on “Friday Five

  1. Photo 1: Do you remember the ENORMOUS hot dog you got when we had lunch at a corner brasserie ON Saint-Germain?
    Photo 2: Where was this photo when Sarah and I were planning your bridal shower with the theme of She Said Oui!?
    Photo 3: I have an explanation….Along came the rats and emptied the bench in the Jardin des Tuileries.
    Photo 4: I’m in love with these doors! They all lived together in a little crooked house.
    Photo 5: Je t’adore, Dior on the corner. Your writing is so engaging that I need to know what happens next.

    1. 1. Yes! I think it might have even been two hot dogs together on the one roll.
      2. I was not aware there was a shower at all until I walked into it, so pardon me for not providing you with decorations. Liars!
      3. No joke, though. The rats are pretty fearless.
      4. You would love Montmartre. Or it would make you want to clean things, I can’t tell.
      5. This little street is a gem, isn’t it? I would keep writing that piece, but I think I have enough on my plate with the story I’m already working on! xo

  2. A surprise massacre? How did you know that’s how all of my relationships start? Kidding (or am I), but I do love it.

  3. All of these photos are so lovely. There really seems to be a ‘pinkyella’ (that’s M+L’s favorite color that they invented pink/yellow) all over Paris. And I love it. It’s such a fabulous tone for everything to be bathed in.

    Also such a great idea to take a photo and use it as inspiration for writing! I might have to try that here soon. xoxo

    1. Haha not only do I know exactly what color the boys are talking about, but I completely agree. The city just glows. From sun-up to sun-down, even in the rain. I think it’s magic.

      And thanks, twinsy! It was a helpful exercise to keep the creativity flowing. You should try it! xo

    1. Haha okay, when I finish this novel, then I’ll start working on that one, deal? You’ll have to wait a few years, haha. xo

    1. Thank you, P! And don’t worry, I have thousands! At some point though, I’ll have to give way to Greece and Santorini photos. And wedding photos, too, I suppose ;) xo

  4. C’est un plein parfait pour une journée ensoleillé à Paris. Si j’étais Harry Potter je plongerais tout suite à la brasserie de St Germain, je prendrais un café, je lirais un peu le journal et surtout j’observerai le gens au passage ! xo
    Have a nice weekend ensoleillé Erin ;)

    1. Hahaha, Harry Potter. Je souhaite que je pourrais avoir les pouvoirs magique! Les billets à Paris sont tres cher, tu sais. J’espere que tu as passé un bon weekend, mon chou! xoxo

    1. Thank you, Charlotte! And I agree, the doors are so charming all on their own. I bet the houses themselves are even more special. xo

  5. How cruel of you to leave your readers hanging on the writing practice piece—ha-ha! I must know what happens, what do they order, does she mention any of this to him?

    That bench has my name written all over it. I also need to live in Cité Berryer, immediately.

    1. Haha, she brings it up, in a simmering anger, and he brushes it off as if he’d done something as trivial as forgotten to pick up the dry cleaning. That’s as far as I got. ;)

      I would live on that bench, frankly. Cité Berryer is a dream, though! xo

  6. I always thought it was so funny in Europe that parts would be just empty in certain parts of the day but you would turn a corner and there would be a ton of people at a bar or a restaurant.

    Glad to see you are working. More please?

    Hope your having a wonderful weekend!

    1. That was my favorite thing about Paris, too! I felt like I had the city all to myself in certain parts. We had the same experience in Belgium one night, and couldn’t figure out why there was no one out on the street…until we turned a corner and happened upon a square with a giant tv projection and the ENTIRE town watching a soccer match. We found the people! haha.

      Thanks, doll! Hope you had a good one, too. xo

  7. i really really love what you wrote – especially about the native americans not being able to see the ships on the horizon. that is quite beautiful, and sad.

    1. My dad actually told me that about the ships on the horizon probably 20 years ago, and it’s stuck with me ever since. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but it is a pretty powerful idea. xo

  8. I just love how you write. I find myself giggling and smiling when I read your texts and captions.
    You really have a way with words. I cannot wait to read your book eventually!

    Ps, I keep thinking that it would have been so nice to enjoy these free last days in Paris with you. Eating macarons, strolling around in cute alleys and sitting drinking coffee at some picturesque café :)

    1. That would have been a dream!! That is why I liked Paris so much, my only daily responsibilities included the things you mentioned! No stress, no job, nowhere to be except where I wanted. And we could (and did!) have had so much fun together, swooning around, soaking it all in. Are you getting a bit sad about leaving? I think you’ll miss it, in small ways, but I bet you cannot wait to be back in Malmö!

      I miss you so much!! xoxo

    1. I saw your Instagram yesterday and recognized it immediately!! I thought that was so funny. We missed each other by a few weeks there ;) xoxo

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