Lazy Sunday – Paris.France – December.2012

It was a lazy Sunday, and I loved it.  I think this was the beginning of the two of us feeling somewhat comfortable in Paris and being okay with not knowing where to go and how to go.  When we first planned the trip, we were thinking about staying for three weeks.  A couple of days prior, we both agreed that three weeks would’ve been a little too much.  However, we were at the half point of our two week vacation and we were beginning to think that we could’ve… and should’ve… stayed an additional week.

Sunday morning Jay knew we were going to Rue Mouffetard in the fifth arrondissement.  It is described as the oldest and liveliest neighborhoods in Paris and most of it is a pedestrian only street.  We took the metro to Place Monge (Line 7) and decided to start at the top of Rue Mouffetard at the Place de la Contrescarpe.  As we walked down Rue Mouffetard, we thought we were in the wrong place for awhile, or at least mislead.  There were stores here and there, but not bustling as I had read.  However, as we approached Rue Jean Calvin, it started to get a little more busier.  I guess we could’ve started at that point instead.

Top of Rue Mouffetard

Top of Rue Mouffetard

The busier section of Rue Mouffetard

The busier section of Rue Mouffetard

The markets begin

The markets begin

A boulanger patisserie that had a loooong line!

A boulanger patisserie that had a loooong line!

a stop for a pistachio macaroon and chocolate pastry.

a stop for a pistachio macaroon and chocolate pastry.

Street performers at the bottom.

Street performers at the bottom with a small rollercoaster too!

At the bottom of Rue Mouffetard, we stopped at Le Saint Medard for petit déjeuner (breakfast).

the menu

the menu

the food.  the orange juice is supposed to be grapefruit juice, which has become my favorite french word - pamplemousse

the food. the orange juice is supposed to be grapefruit juice, which has become my favorite french word – pamplemousse

Before heading home, we decided to stop at the Porte Vanves flea market in the 14th arrondissement.  We took the metro to Porte de Vanves (Line 13) and walked to Avenue Georges-Lafenestre.  Unfortunately, it was after 12pm, and most of the vendors were closing up by the time we got there.  There were interesting knick-knacks and antiques and I probably would’ve spent more time wandering if we got there earlier.

lots of books, records, paintings, etc.

lots of books, records, paintings, etc.

also antique looking things.

also antique looking things.

We headed home to have our lunch from our left over pork that we bought the previous day.  On the way, we stopped at the boulangerie around the corner for our what has become our daily bread – two croissants for the next morning, a baguette for dinner, and I decided to get a “crepe bombee”, which took me two days to eat because it was filled with cream and strawberries – yummy!

crepe bombee

crepe bombee

That night Jay cooked our quail dinner from Irene’s recipe (Good Food is Hard to Find).  It turned out to be delicious!

Here’s the recipe from Jay’s memory:

Ingredients:

green grapes, quail, shallots, lard, brussel sprouts, white wine

  • Cut in half and de-seed grapes
  • Cut quail in half vertically and season with salt and pepper
  • Cut lard into small pieces and fry half in a pan
  • Add shallots and season with salt, remove from pan
  • Pan sear quail on both sides, add shallots, grapes and a splash of wine, cover and bring to a simmer.
  • Pan fry other half of lard in another pan and throw in brussel sprouts and season with salt and pepper.
Chef Jay at it again

Chef Jay at it again

the finished product

the finished product

 

 

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