Paris in December, pt. 4




Vintage Car

Musée Jacquemart-André

Musée Jacquemart-André

Service du No. 7

Rue Rembrandt


Pierre Chretien

Antique Books

Tabac St. Philippe Rue La Boétie


Café, Rue des Martyrs

We spent the last half of one waning afternoon in the 13eme, the southeastern arrondissement settled high on a hill. The architecture is different, there are so many charming, non-Haussmann houses lining twisting, cobbled streets, and there’s a feeling there that you’re not even in Paris anymore, that you’ve left the map and the century. Location aside, that sounds a lot like Montmartre, doesn’t it? Or, Montmartre five years ago, anyway. While you’ll never hear me speak ill of mon quartrier, the authentic, non-touristy pockets of the 18eme are harder to eke out these days, as people seem to have gotten the memo that Montmartre is amazing. The 13eme feels distinctly local, given that there are virtually no tourist attractions (no major museums or shops or destinations). People live there. It’s wildly affordable (We know because we stop at every real estate office we pass, regardless of what city we’re in) and after just an afternoon, spent wandering and gazing and stopping for tea, we were settled: next time we’re staying there. (I like to think further ahead, and couldn’t help but daydream about how much apartment I could get for my money, long term).

The next day, my friend John’s urging, we visited the Musée Jacquemart-André. To say it’s beautiful would be an understatement. An old hotel particulier turned museum to We walked over to Ternes and had lunch at an Italian restaurant, before splitting up and heading our separate ways for the afternoon: Jamal back to Martyrs to shop for dinner, and me to Louis Vuitton & Ladurée, two tasks I didn’t mind undertaking on my own. I’ve always been comfortable on my own, but there’s something about this city that encourages it, how the tables upstairs at the Laudrée on Rue Royale are just big enough for two people, but don’t make a solo diner look alone. I got caught in a rainstorm on my way home, and stopped for cover in the two bookstores on Rue de Rivoli before heading to the metro at Concorde. I walked into our apartment in the 9eme to a tiny Parisian kitchen overflowing with scents and steaming pans; Jamal made chicken and shallots, with lentils and roasted potatoes. Not a bad way to end the day.

8 thoughts on “Paris in December, pt. 4

    1. The city is constantly surprising me, whenever I break out of my rigid habits and try something new! :) xo

    1. Thank you so much, Lucy!! <3 Honestly, I've never felt unsafe in Paris. Then again I'm not out past midnight (I'm usually asleep! haha) and I just try to keep a sense of my surroundings. Truly, though, I've felt more unsafe in Philly, where I was born & still live, than I've ever felt in Paris! (Or Rome/Barcelona/Florence/Madrid/Athens/other big European cities, to be honest!). xoxo

  1. Hello Erin! I’ve just discovered your blog and wanted to say how much I love it! These photos are absolutely gorgeous. I’m hoping to get to Paris in the Spring, and reading this has made me even more excited. Hope you’re having a lovely January so far! Miranda xxx

    1. Bonjour Miranda! Merci beaucoup for your kind words! And welcome! :) I’m happy to have you here. If you need any Paris tips for your trip (hooray!) please feel free to email me, I am chock full of them. likewantneed [at] gmail. xoxo

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