Metro

The Metro provides this helpful illustration of a person falling onto the tracks to help us decide when to break the glass, pull the handle, and shut off the deadly high voltage electric current. Oddly, the figure depicted seems to be wearing a clerical collar. But I could be wrong.


Attired in a fashionable powder blue coat with the latest schlep bag as an accessory, I am thus prepared to journey to the edges of the city even while fast asleep.

Bonheur

Chalked on the sidewalk of the Pont Marie today: Life is beautiful, as are we. A message from the mysterious Mlle. 2Nuit.

Our cameras caught a glimpse of the elusive JoeY reflected in a shop window outside the district near Contrescarpe. Fresh bread and M&M candies are always a good combination, however sharp-eyed JoeY has sussed out a real bargain: 1 cafe 1 croissant - 1 Euro 90.

Vilder Chaiah (Wild One)

In the USA you wouldn't dare lean against a row of motorcycles looking sulky. But here, I'm up for anything. (PS: Black is de rigueur in Paris, however I promise I'll wear another jacket in the next photo. I did bring two others. [All jackets courtesy of Gentleman JoeY, esteemed Global Design Director.] And one of them is blue.)

Je ne Regrattier rien

Settling into the Rue Regrattier neighborhood nicely though it is a shock to my system to find that a pair of cafe cremes is more than a sawbuck. The ancient Gauls called this place Lutece and, indeed, it is clearly  luxurious beyond imagining.  

Happy Wanderer

Here I am in the Place des Vosges with a baguette of ham and cheese, attracting the attention of some pigeons. My visit to the Marais district featured a shop selling something called "Yiddish Sandwiches" (if only a sandwich could speak!), and an Art Nouveau synagogue designed by Guimard in disrepair but open again (since I spotted it shuttered over ten years ago).

A bientot, mes amis

Take Me to the Rivair

Esteemed Global Design Director and I will be restoring our creative energies and inspiration on the banks of the Seine. 

Je me demande, Can Berthillon hold a candle to Toscanini?  Nous verrons, or we'll just see about that....

Back in Black

The day after a birthday is always a let down. But even the rain and gray skies can't stop me from happily posing for a moody black and white photo. Might make a dandy record album cover were I to become the new Amy Winehouse. And as experienced Parisian boulevardier Henri advises, "Black is the new black."