Day 85–Our Last Sunday Here

Well, we come home a week today. “Who Knows Where the Time Goes?” (Cf. Sandy Denny, circa 1967.)

I was thinking on the way back from the Marché Bio, after the gym, how it’s clear that the Parisians are really tied to their local quartier. Even though the market is near our old apartment, not the new one, it felt a little weird being back in that area, as if we should have found whatever we need near here (carrefour Odéon) instead of blvd Raspail.


Anna wanted to spend some time in the Marais, so we met them for lunch at Café des Musées. (Greg, thanks for the suggestion.) Beats Ma Bourgogne on Place des Vosges although you wouldn’t know it by the populace thronging in each place.

It’s hugely populated here at the moment, mainly in the usual areas: the Marais (where they close streets on Sundays), Montmartre, the Champs-Élysées, Beaubourg and around here. And it’s also 27 degrees Celsius today to boot.

I went on a late afternoon odessey in the 20th arr.

Afterwards, we had a very pleasant dinner at some friends’ home (no photos) and called it a night.