Mother Daughter Paris Trip 4

Thursday was a packed day. It was our last full day in Paris and we had a schedule to end all schedules. The first order of the day was to exchange money for goods we had been clocking in the few days we’d been around. our apartment was a five minute walk from avenue victor Hugo which houses a few cute kids & book stores. we had already been slapped up side the head by a couple of the shops boasting the most exquisite designer kids clothing. my mind and the adrenaline coursing through my body were telling me YES to the most adorable rain coat and wellies for mh. but my wallet reminded me swiftly I wasn’t actually Beyonce on a tour break. we ended up in du pareil au meme, a kids store whose prices were more in line with my wallet and mh’s habit of loving things in the shop and hating them on the day she needs to wear them. from there we went to a nearby vintage store. now, I remember walking 35 minutes to get to this store the last time I was in paris with kola & mh. i’d read about it online and was excited to see what I would find. it was a store that put me in my place…..firmly. if you’ve watched “my best friends wedding” you’ll know the line Julia Roberts’ character is thrown by her best friend whose wedding she tries to sabotage:

Julianne Potter:
I'm pond scum. Well, lower actually. I'm like the fungus that feeds on pond scum.

Michael O'Neill:
Lower. The pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on the pond scum.

listen. i had walked halfway across Paris thinking, “heck - I can’t afford to march into Chanel or Louis Vuitton and just pick up a handbag, but I am sure I can find one I can afford in the vintage store.” ha!!! I might as well have been in Chanel for the prices they were throwing around. I was not the girl that cold buy a brand new Chanel handbag. nor was I the one who could afford the used one. shucks. who was I? so imagine my shock when we approached the vintage store Alicia had read about and it turned out to be the same one : RECIPROQUE. i almost didn't go inside. there really is an assortment of genuine designer goods. Like proper high end goods that mostly look like someone bought, took home, breathed on and decided they were done. just before i surrendered and walked out, we were alerted to the shoe section downstairs as well as a kind of “bargain basement”. like upstairs, the shoe section had a wide selection of luxury brand footwear at what I assumed were bargain prices for ladies who frequently lunch at the Ritz. in fairness though, we did happen upon a few things whose prices weren’t out of reach. as the cloud of despair began to lift I found a cute pair of miu miu boots that looked like someone tried them on in the miu miu store and they were rendered no longer good enough and sent to this shop. in the ultimate cinderella moment they fit! I did a happy dance and was joined by a jovial clapping shop assistant who had clearly been eager to get rid of them because they had been slashed to half the sale price. I couldn’t pay fast enough.

the pretty spiral stairwell in our apartment complex

the pretty spiral stairwell in our apartment complex

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siiiigh…..these Chanel heels were 575 EURO…moving on swiftly….

siiiigh…..these Chanel heels were 575 EURO…moving on swiftly….

I bought something!!

I bought something!!

after the round robin shopping spree we dropped off our loot at home and headed out on our adventure for the day. our plan was to complete 2 walks. The first was the Rue Cler walk which we’d been promised by our guide book would would introduce us “to a thriving, traditional Parisian neighborhood [offering] insights into the local culture.” we were not disappointed! like seasoned Parisians we had headed there via metro and had a fun traipse to rue clear, passing a florist shop and enticing kids boutique on our way. Rue Cler is traffic free and so we could relax a little as we took in the activity, stores and architecture around us.

they never tired of looking at that tower…

they never tired of looking at that tower…

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an arched doorway and a door that matches my sunglasses….irresistible!

an arched doorway and a door that matches my sunglasses….irresistible!

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a bike in Paris must always be photographed. I want one.

a bike in Paris must always be photographed. I want one.

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say cheese!

say cheese!

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rue cler’s oldest building.

rue cler’s oldest building.

un glace s’il vous plait!

un glace s’il vous plait!

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sigh. that’s all.

sigh. that’s all.

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from rue clear we headed to Montmarte, for a walk that would take us from the Sacre Coeur to the moulin rouge. we got off at the recently refurbished Abesses Metro station. to distract from the fact that we were 36 metres below ground (it is the deepest station on the Paris metro system!), we were treated to artwork all the way up the winding staircase that would deliver us from the underbelly of Paris. it is almost worth going to this station just to enjoy the art - it definitely worked it’s charm on the kids. this staircase was only but a practice run for the the steep stairs waiting to carry us up to the majestic sacre couer.

the paintings looked like they were straight out of a fairytale.

the paintings looked like they were straight out of a fairytale.

just kill me now….is what I thought as I eyed up these steps. if I was gonna end up in heaven that day i’d rather have it be on my terms, not death by panting up some stairway.

just kill me now….is what I thought as I eyed up these steps. if I was gonna end up in heaven that day i’d rather have it be on my terms, not death by panting up some stairway.

they weren’t quite as springy by halfway up these stairs…..I used my picture taking as an excuse to lag behind….my levels of unfitness are beyond belief

they weren’t quite as springy by halfway up these stairs…..I used my picture taking as an excuse to lag behind….my levels of unfitness are beyond belief

we sat on these steps and watched the sunset over the city. such perfect beauty. oh, and what a pretty city too!

we sat on these steps and watched the sunset over the city. such perfect beauty. oh, and what a pretty city too!

morayo-hope lit a candle for Judah in the scare coer….cue another emotional moment that I sucked up.

morayo-hope lit a candle for Judah in the scare coer….cue another emotional moment that I sucked up.

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evening at the sacred coer

evening at the sacred coer

pure. joy.

pure. joy.

she followed us wherever we went….

she followed us wherever we went….

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oh tot live in this city and eat dinner in a cafe al fresco daily….

oh tot live in this city and eat dinner in a cafe al fresco daily….

Paris’ next top model

Paris’ next top model

Alicia relaying the fun story of “au Lapin agile” who jumped out of the pot and ran off with the bottle of wine he was supposed to be cooked in! that s who the restaurant was named after! I swear this  guide book  had every fascinating story you could ever think of for every area we visited in Paris.

Alicia relaying the fun story of “au Lapin agile” who jumped out of the pot and ran off with the bottle of wine he was supposed to be cooked in! that s who the restaurant was named after! I swear this guide book had every fascinating story you could ever think of for every area we visited in Paris.

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not only did we get treated to some impromptu street dance in Montmartre, we were also treated to some interesting street art…..

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after more weaving in and out of streets, we finally succumbed to our rumbling tummies and wound up at Roberta, and ate Italian in Paris! it was a beautiful, rustic modern restaurant with a loft feel. it was certainly buzzing and had quite a young vibe about it. the staff were very well trained on customer service which made for an enjoyable evening. unfortunately the food, which was the reason we were there, did not live up to expectation! MH & Maddie certainly enjoyed their meals but us moms drew the short straw with our meal which delivered a whole lot less than it promised….and I don’t even mean the fact that the one prawn on top was all the prawn in that dish.

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after tackling a bit more of the walk which included seeing the Van Gogh residence, we made our way to the finish line: the moulin rouge. I had expected it to be hidden somewhere but right there in a busy intersection it was lit up and proudly watching the life going on round it. just like the sacre coeur though, it owned it’s spot in it’s corner of the city.

so yes, we started our walk at the holy sacre coeur, lighting red candles and enjoying the peace, and ended it at the not-so-holy moulin rouge which lit up red all by itself. however i’d love you to hazard a guess at where we watched a woman happily proposition a group of 3 men.

ooooh.. sacre bleu!

tanaka

xoxo