A pretty spot

 Tables invitingly set out for lunch on a Left Bank sidewalk.

A book by its cover

That which is striking and beautiful is not always right, but that which is right is always beautiful. - Ninon de l'Enclos, French courtesan, author, patron of the arts

Amaze

Cristina Mittermeier Photography
Publisher: teNeues Publishing Company

 

Available at La Hune Gallery 16 rue de l'Abbaye 75006

 

 

Bread sticks

Mouth-watering Benoîton nordique breadsticks made with rye flour and mixed seeds.

 PAUL
corner of rue de Seine / rue de Buci 75006

Worth waiting for

The interior of Paris' oldest church, under scaffolding for almost two years, restored to its original splendor.

L'Église de Saint-Germain-des-Prés

Hitting the spot

And the spot is Angelina, an old favorite on rue de Rivoli.

Above: hot béchamel cheese croissant; smoked salmon on brioche toast and poached eggs; coffee

A café terrace

Two tables, four chairs, two ashtrays.

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In spite of a preoccupation with la santé publique (public health) and the many precautions surrounding Le Covid in France, ironically, smoking continues as before, as evidenced by ashtrays set out on terrace tables at most cafés and restaurants. Before smoking inside restaurants was prohibited I'd been working on a book, "The Non-Smokers Guide To Paris," but while my co-authors and I were still researching and compiling information the ban came into effect and in truth, it was a welcome development.

 

When the law first appeared it clearly stated that besides interiors, enclosed terraces would be subject to the new smoke-free rules. But in no time at all smokers and their smoke invaded all terraces. Owners turned a blind eye; many of their regulars were smokers, as were they. I’d grown up around cigarettes; my father had been a chain smoker for awhile and, it seemed, so were all of his French friends who’d spend hours together all talking at the same time, puffing away. Smoking was not stigmatized, it was sophisticated, a choice, an after-dinner plaisir enhanced by an espresso, and I chose not to take it up, nor was I tempted (deaths in France due to smoking-related illnesses are high but accurate stats are hard to come by). So I shouldn't have been surprised when the prolific tabac quietly showed up on the list of “essential purchases only” establishments allowed to stay open, along with supermarkets, gas stations and pharmacies during the confinement.

 

While Paris, as any large city, has its share of noxious vapors and air pollution, for me, one thing that's come out of all this is that masks can make sense. However whether they make sense for a virus (smoke molecules are much larger yet their fumes go right through the masks) is another debate. - BPJ

Rue du Trésor

Fellow journalists-bon vivants have an apartment on this cobbled "Street of the Treasure," so named after a cache of coins dating from the 14th and 15th centuries was discovered during its construction.

 

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Merci Monique et Stéphane