Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Blanche Neige

Everyone wants to know what to wear in Paris for their upcoming trip.

White white white

White cardies, white shirt, white T is forever in Paris. 'Evergreen' in fact. Aways a class act.

White T shirt tails hanging out works fine.

Upstairs at WH Smith a bevy of French girls in white tops combing the English-French books.

Did Annie Hall/Diane Keeton make the white shirt chic? Or was it Chanel? Or both? What ever Frenchies are hot to buy books with English text on one page with French on the other at WH.

I thought, "Ha!" This will be Great for my French, but all the footnotes are in French. The sales person informed me these books are for French learning English not the other way around. Never mind. I bought a book of contemporary American short stories. But if you want to know how to sound like Annie Hall or Sabrina from Breakfast at Tiffanies but in French you've come to the right place.

Back to the ever-present white T-shirt. Worn with the shortie denim jacket. Perfect.

Where to get your white T? Take a look in forever hot Colette but buy maybe back home. This T with absolutely zero on it (unless you wear it inside out so the label shows) is 155€ ouch. It has Charlotte Gainsbourg's name on it. Go figure.

A plain and simple logo T at Colette is 60€. Still ouch. 

Better bring your own Fruit of the Loom with you to Paris to be safe and not sorry.

A white sweater will do fine.

Uggs with white cuffs in August. What is there to say? Mystifying.

Vans are hot hot hot and nothing new (in Colette's vitrine) but plenty of white 

Please do not ask me where, who, what, how to get these little cute numbers with the white soles. No clue.

They could be baskets by Jeremy Scott for Adidas which probably cost an arm and a leg and would go perfectly with your Fruit of the Loom nothing T.

There's a lot of white in the new movie, Sils Maria. It takes place in the Alps.

Kristen Steward carries it in her V-neck FOTL. I fell asleep and woke up at the titles so pleeze tell me what happened at the end!

Keeping on to 173, rue Saint Honoré you'll find the perfect trés chic matching all-white china at Astier de Villatte.

White food is an essential on top of your white plates while wearing our white Ts.

It's Magnums 25th birthday this year. The white chocolate pop is actually called 'White' in the freezer case so you know white is really in. Best to bring the essential accessory with a permanent white T on, your French Bull dog, non?

Monday, August 25, 2014

Mamie Gateaux Tea



When you see a tarte au citron at PB (ParisBreakfast) you know it's Afternoon tea time.

And now for something completely different.
This is not your gloriously deluxe hotel tea salon.
Quite the contrary.

Mamie Gateaux (grannies cake) is a darling place in the 6th that reeks of les French grandes meres at 66, rue du Cherche-Midi 75006
With the best of home-baked (fait maison) goodies. Lemon meringue pie! Wooee.
Le cheesecake. How Parisians love this.
Le British crumble is a standard items on Paris menus. No cupcakes, whoopie pies or macarons in sight.

Our darling waitress.
Did I say PBer Sue of Portland, Oregon invited me to tea? We both thought our adorable waitress
Stepped right out of Vermeer's Girl with a pearl earring.  She was tickled pink.
All the staff at Mamie Gateaux are attractive and attentive.

And whirling dervishes most of the time to keep everyone happy. This place is buzzing on a Saturday afternoon.
The prices won't break your bank account.
Sue had a 'tea Gourmand' - a variety of bite-sized delicious desserts. And my lemon pie. Course I was not planning on eating dessert and announced it soon as we sat down. So much for best-laid plans ho hum.
Mamie Gateaux pastry chef loves the witty touch like a cookie fork. Sue's chocolate mouuse had a cookie spoon.
The shop is part-brocante as well as salon de the and sells the old style crockery and vintage books.
All the kids back-to-school books are a hoot.
I contained my drooling since a French vintage ABC was waiting for me at home. The next time I visit (soon I hope) I'll bring along my own stash of fresh mint to put in my glass of Perrier. Otherwise this is an adorable place for a rendezvous and not to be missed.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Then and Now



Yesterday I went back to my old nabe/quartier the 19th arron. for a number of reasons...


Where I live now is quite a step up...understatement of the year.


My old stairway (52 steps that kept my derriere a lot smaller).


My grand stairway now has history I can't begin to imagine. Resolved: take the stairs more and the ansencer less!


The old place was TEAL city.


My Brit landlady showed me how to light the hob (a totally frightening mystery to me as an American).
"Now remember, if you go away 1-2 weeks, do turn off the gas" she warned me.
I didn't actually get up the nerve to 'light the hob' for THREE WHOLE MONTHS. I never 'turned off the gas' either. Fortunately I didn't burn down the house


Once I got the hang of lighting the hob it became my BBF. I adored that little cooker. So much better than the electric burners I have now.


Bear really loved our work area.


Good thing I dragged our objet trouvé, the pink secretary chair found in the street, to the new digs. He's settled in nicely thank you very much.


The old place had it's charms but I don't think I could have managed too many tea parties there...


The new diggs are streamline. A place for everything and everything in it's place, if only I could remember where I put stuff. If you've ever lived on a yacht please advise.


My raison d'etre for visiting the 19th was to rejoin piscine Pailleron.


This has to be the most gorgeous pool in a city with many divine pools. I grew attached to the 5 heated pools and the local families attending. Piscine Pontoise may have the beautiful people but it's a bit elitist and trés froid.


I really missed the parc Butte de Chaumont a few steps away.


So many wishes were made here that came true...


Lovely flower beds too.


The Franprix next to my old joint may be the ONLY place in all of Paris you can find chunky peanut butter (from Nicaragua no less). Believe me I have looked and looked.


Course I will never complain about living next to la Seine.


It's a life changing experience words can't describe. 
6:44 AM this morning the view out my window is pretty spectacular.
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