Happiness isn’t happiness without a violin playing goat

We went separate ways on our final day in Paris – Ed to the Lourve and I to the Marais and the Centre Pompidou. I was feeling confident leaving Ed at the station but after literally walking in circles for 90 minutes (and in the opposite direction to where I was headed) I realised I needed some help. A local kindly pointed me in the right direction and I soon found myself in perfectly symmetrical Place des Vosges. 


The square was laid out in 1605 by Henry IV and is surrounded by 36 houses, nine on each side, with brick facades and deep-pitched slate roofs. 


Next stop was Rue des Rosiers with specialties from Central Europe, North Africa and Israel. I couldn’t resist the perfect L’As du Fallafel and managed to persuade the chef to do a small sample plate for me. Lenny Kravitz was right – they were delicious! 

Re-fueled, I continued exploring and made my way through the marché des enfants rouges, reputedly the oldest food market in Paris, to La Chocolaterir de Jacques Genin. Sumptuous yet simple and exquisite laid out, this was a chocolate experience more so than a chocolate shop. I managed to resist the caramels and chose two small praline filled chocolate logs as a treat for Ed and I on the train. 

Well and truly food and window shopped out I made my way back to the Pompidou for picture perfect views of the city and six floors of contemporary art.




I started on the top floor with an exhibition of Roy Lichtenstein’s pop art parodies defined by thick outlines, bold colours and deliberate dots.



I then traced my way through masterpieces of the key figures of modern art from 1960 to the present day, including Picasso, Kandinsky, Matisse and Chagall. 


A true highlight was Chagall’s Les Mariés de la Tour Eiffel with a violin playing goat. 


At 1:30 I met Ed on Rue Montorgueil for lunch and to hear all about his whirlwind walking tour of the Louvre. Not many people could say they had seen da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, Greek and Roman antiquities, masterpieces, Louis XV’s dazzling Crown Jewels AND the lavish apartments of Napolean’s Minister of State in just a few hours. I was quite impressed!

After lunch we returned home to pick up our bags, lick our delicious chocolate logs from their plastic wrappers (it had been hot, hot, hot outside) and take the train to Bussy-Saint-Georges. We took a shuttle bus to our accommodation and cooled off in the pool before treating ourselves to a two course dinner downstairs after a couple of complimentary drinks. 


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