Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Je t'aime Paris!

"Music expresses that which cannot be put to words and cannot remain silenced." - Victor Hugo
"All you need is love." - The Beatles

There's too much to share tonight!  It's 2am and I can barely keep my eyes open. We had a late night after finding "love" in Paris.  We also went searching for "that which cannot remain silent" a.k.a...live jazz.  This required a late lunch, a few double cafes and a "disco nap"!  For now, here is the love we found in Paris...

Tucked away outside of the rue des Abesses Metro station (18th Arondissement - totally recommend this area - very cool shopping! Which I will cover in another posting. AND incredible things to do!) is an adorable little park for children of early walking age to about 3 or 4.  Next to this park is a beautiful tile wall that has the phrase "I love you" written in over 300+ languages.  We sat and tried to find "a love we could understand".  I chose sign language, spanish, english, and of course, en francais...  so, Je t'aime Paris!
the entire LOVE
Now, in sign language...
Now, en espaƱol -
Now, in english -
 and en francais -
 
bon soir from Paris...Je t'aime, mes amis!!!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Paris quick add - patisserie, flammekueche & biere

Okay Kim, this is for you.  This is a beautiful, quaint patisserie we found in Reims that I had to photograph.  Check out the little pigs!  Those clouds sitting on top of the case are large poufs of meringue!!
This is for you, Mr. Greg!  After all of the champagne, we needed beer and pizza!  This was dinner and liquid replenishment for the train ride back to Paris.  Evan took these for you!
We wanted to get you a t-shirt to this place "Les Tres Brasseurs".  We think it was more German than French, maybe?  Our "pizzas" were "flammekueche".  We googled it and found they have restaurants in Montreal & Quebec.  The flammekueche and biere were very good.  The beer was not ice cold but cool enough.

Paris day 5 - champagn-ya, darlink?

I couldn't resist.  I loved that SNL skit with Christopher Walken.  "What's the matter, darlink? How about a little champagn-ya?"  Reims, France.  We didn't know if it was pronounced "reeems" or "rems" and then were told it's "rants" like France.  Champagne capital of the world and a spectacular place to go relax, taste some fine bubbly, and get out of the city for a spell.
Evan booked tickets for us on the "TGV" from Paris to Reims.  Super easy after a short walk from our hotel and one Metro ride. We hoped on the TGV for an hour trip and arrived at this idyllic little town (founded circa 80 B.C.) of 200K people (which doesn't feel that big at all).  We decided to make our way to the Ofc of Tourism to get a map so we could make our way on foot to the champagne cave tours we'd booked.  The town is not that big so if you're up for the challenge we recommend walking.  You see so many cool buildings you'd miss on a bus or in a taxi.  We had to take this shot because someone left their empty champagne bottle in the window of the Ofc of Tourism.

Across the street from this restored ancient building is the awe-inspiring Notre Dame.  The detail, the windows, the architectural wonder of this place left us speechless.  Imagine, every king held their coronation in this church.
The woman at the Ofc of Tourism was pleasantly surprised we were planning to walk to our first cave tour at the Chateau Pommery.  Her smile made us feel like we'd made the right choice.  She suggested we walk the route of the King's coronation.  She said we'd find a beautiful park on our way to Pommery, which we did.
We also saw many buildings rich in history.  One building we saw was built in the 10th Century to protect the Abbey and the Church of St. Remi after viking raids in the 9th Century.
After all of this walking we were getting thirsty...it's time for champagne!  Our tour was scheduled for 11:45am and it was 11:30am.  Time to hussle!
We weren't very familiar with Pommery Champagne but quickly became fans because not only is it one of the oldest but it was also one of the first to be run by a woman!  I love the packaging too!  They have cute little bottles that I'll show a little later.  I wish we could travel with liquids!!  We begin with the Chateau, which was stunning.  A little history about this area - it's full of chalk pits which were originally dug by the Romans, perfect for keeping champagne at the perfect temperature and humidity.  At Pommery, we saw 4-5 of the 70 or so chalk pits Madame Pommery had dug to store the millions of bottles of champagne her company was producing annually.  The quick summary of champagne production is as follows:  1) grapes are picked and gently squeezed for juice, 2) juice sits in vats for 10-12 days with sugar and yeast, which makes "still" wine, 3) blends are made and put into bottles with a little more sugar and yeast.  This is double-fermenting. 
Taittinger bottle with dead yeast residue

Our tour guide had an adorable accent.  She kept saying, "ju no for zhee, ow u say, zee boobles?" 4) The filled bottles are laid flat until the yeast finally dies,

5) the bottles are then tilted at an angle and inserted into riddlers (I think), 6) Riddlers (the bottle turners) then slow rotate them a quarter or eighth turn in either direction.  This is all to slide the dead yeast down eventually into the 1/2" space in the neck of the bottle near the cork.
The riddlers will paint a small mark to know where they left off in turning.  Once the yeast sediment is in that little space in the neck, they flash freeze the bottle, remove the metal spike cap (no cork yet), turn the bottle over and let the ice "cork" pop removing all of the icky sediment with it.  They refill the lost liquid with a little wine and a small amount of sugar to continue the fermentation process.  They then cork the bottle, wash it and label it for selling and hopefully drinking!!  Which we did...
The caves were incredible.  I was trying to imagine the walls being chipped away by ancient Romans and was just blown away by the sheer scale of these pyrimidal (sp?) shaped pits or "crayeres".  Evan was able to dig his finger in a little and pull up a bit of chalk.  They are soft and it's incredible they haven't fallen apart over the years.  There have been some World Wars, mass destruction during the Revolution, etc...  It's quite impressive.
116 stairs to climb down & up!


We totally recommend doing this if you have the time and feel like tasting some fantastic champagne.  We don't recommend driving!  Take a taxi or bus from the train if you aren't up for the walking.  We also booked a tour at Taittinger.  It is a younger business but built on chalk pits that are similar in age.  The history of the land that Taittinger is built on is quite amazing.  The Abbey of Saint-Niclaise was completely destroyed in the Revolution.  However, many of the caves and stairways (now leading to nowhere) have been preserved.  The champagne was very good and the staff was very helpful.  We enjoyed both.  Originally I had put Veuve Cliquot on my list of must sees but we were too late to get an appointment and you can't taste without a tour.  We did stop in to check out the gift shop and see the grounds.  Very chic!  There's a five star hotel and really nice restaurant across the way.  It along with Pommery had the coolest colors and packaging!  They know how to get the ladies!!  haha! 
Gift shop in Veuve Cliquot
"Pop" art bottles at Pommery
I took this next picture at Taittinger because I was drooling at the largest bottle of champagne.  It takes two men to serve champagne out of the largest bottle...now that's a party!
Inside the facility were 3 gorgeous doors that were built using the iron pieces found among the ruins and restored.  The last picture is of the stairwell you have to climb to get back out of the caves.
Well, that was our wonderful day in Reims, France.  We're off in search of the most delectable Caramel Souffle.  Evan is on his own personal mission!  We'll let you know how it goes.  In the meantime, here I am in front of my dream cellar.  Au revoir!











 

Paris day 4 - Les Puces and Sain-Sulpices

The fleas and the saints.  That's what today brought us.  We decided to skip doing coin laundry (for Evan) and took quite an adventure out to the far reaches of Paris.  We went shopping at the Marche aux Puces de Clignancourt (the Paris flea market).  I have always heard about the amazing finds and hidden masterpieces (you know, the pay .25 for the $1M painting kind?!), etc.  We boarded the metro to the end of the Pte. de Clignancourt.  We were joined in the car by a wonderful guitar player lugging a little amplifier which he used to rock out Santana's "Oye Como Va" for us.  It made the long ride (14 stops to be exact) cruise by.

Getting out of the Metro at Clignancourt we quickly realized we were not in Saint-Germaine anymore!  We walked past a group of men hovered around an older gentleman swiftly moving around 3 black discs.  I think he was asking them to watch carefully.  That was as far as my lame french got us.  Money was quickly changing hands and things started to heat up.  Someone was going to have a payday.  We moved along not wanting to interfere.  I had a mission - find cool stuff to make jewelry!  At the corner just before the "peripherique" (the freeway on the edge of town) I was offered some lovely Louis Vuitton bags, Gucci belts  and Chanel scarves.  Nah, not today!  I'm on a mission!
Once we got through the stuff just off the boat from China, we found this great area called "Vernaison". Filled with alleys of outlandish goods.  Check it out:
We found this one store that had stuff that really freaked me out.  I used to hate "blinky-eyed" dolls when I was little.  They really scared me!  This little store had a whole drawer full of just the "blinky eyes"!!!  Quelle horreur!







and after about 1 hour of searching...SUCCESS!!  French brass antique beads and findings! Yeah!

Evan bought a vintage ashtray because we were caught without one at the last Hallloween bash.  I almost splurged on a new pair of Adidas Londons but opted to skip them because I have my eye on some sweet boots.  Pictures to follow.

Shopping at a flea market can be so overwhelming.  I saw about 30 pieces of furniture I would have given an arm for.  Maybe when we come back?

After the flea market we took the Metro back into town because Evan wanted to check out Saint Sulpice, a church featured in the movie DaVinci Code.  I just found that out on Wikipedia.  I didn't knock on the little piece under the obelisk to see if there was a hidden key but if I had known!!  We thought this church would be less crowded than Notre Dame.  What do you think?
Is the pen mightier than the sword?  We shall see!  We walked inside and found the church was pretty spectacular but in need of some TLC.  Evan says it didn't look bad for being 400 years old.  There was a service going on but I really wanted to take a few pictures inside.  Here is what I got:


We were impressed with the art installations within the church. They are doing this to begin drawing bigger audiences and hopefully more money for upkeep.  It's definitely worth checking out if you're not interested in miles of tour buses and lines to see Notre Dame.  After church we were starving!  Time to eat...
We dropped into Cafe du Metro, founded in 1920.  We had an adorable waiter who barely spoke english but took care of us with a couple of glasses of red wine and plates of pasta.
Scallops St. Jacques
Spaghetti avec frommage et champignon
We were so full but couldn't resist another french dessert. Evan ordered a delicious Tart Citron avec Meringue and I ordered a Tart Chocolat Truffle (OMG!!!) but it didn't photograph well.  Sorry Kim!
Tart Citron avec Meringue
We meandered our way back to the hotel, stopped in a few shops and then collapsed upon entering our hotel room.  A short foot rub later and I was zzzz.........

Monday, March 7, 2011

Guest blog - Evan teaches us about electricity Maxwell-style!

So now Claudine wants me to write about why James Clerk Maxwell is one of my historical heroes (recall we saw him & his electromagnetic-scientist cronies - Gauss, Coulomb, Ampere, Roentgen, et al - grandly depicted at the Paris modern-art museum).

So I'm sure these four cryptic statements likely mean nothing to you...

But, actually they together represent one of the intellectual triumphs of our age.  Here at last is the most concise & elegant explanation of all of electromagnetism.  This doesn't just cover the light bulb - but includes the sun's heat, all of telecommunications (Internet, mobile phones, etc.), and, oh yeah... the ability to see everything.  I think what amazes me more than anything is that these 19th century theorists were able to hypothesize about how all might work & then devise ingenious experiments to prove it & then theorems to explain it all.  Harnessing this power has been quite liberating for humanity - revealing our capacity to ascertain mysteries of nature previously reserved for the holy fathers & laying the foundation for the industrial & communications revolutions to follow.  It's also fun to think about how crazy their contemporaries must have thought them all.

The other amazing thing about Maxwell is the use of 'simple' mathematics to explain complex phenomena.  Too often I hear people bemoan learning math wondering why this would ever be useful.  If I ever hear my kids say this, I'll ask them if they ever want to truly understand how planets move, how planes fly, or how a text-message gets sent.  I hope they say yes, and I'll be able to show them how only speaking this language will enable will enable this rare insight that only modern humans possess.

So appropriate in the Paris museum for these great thinkers to be positioned just below the gods of Olympus.  In the photo here, you can see my humbled attempt to join in the party

Paris day 3 - Versailles...let them eat CAKE!!

Where to begin with this day?  Who needs to run when you can walk everywhere?  Sadly we didn't get to run the Semi-Marathon de Paris.  Oh well, there's always next year!!  We got up early today and wanted to hit a few markets before getting on a train to Versailles.  Another effortless Metro trek to the Place de Bastille.
Cafe and crepes by the sidewalk , watching 30,000 runners huff their way past the famous monuments of Paris.  We were then shocked to see every runner chucking their own personal 25cL plastic water bottle to the side of the street!!!  The french have officially lost their "green" cred with us!

While walking along the route we thought it was hilarious because we found at the 10mi/16km marker, the french runners need a defribillator station!  All that smoking and cheese is killing them!  We didn't actually see anyone smoking and running but it wouldn't have surprised us!


After breakfast and some much needed sunbathing, we walked over to the Marche Bastille.  This is one of the famous open-air french markets where most of the residents purchase their fresh meats, fruits, veggies, and spices, etc.  It's defintely not Vons!  You'll hear shouts of "Allez! Allez!" from the Lebanese hawkers trying to encourage your purchase.  We bought a small sack of clementines, a modest wedge of Comte cheese, and a fresh baguette.  We opted to skip the lobsters and took in huge whiffs of the beautiful olives.  We also couldn't resist checking out all of the spice vendors' stands.   
The lobsters's antennae were moving!!



Olives!



Spice vendors



Kim, this one is for you!
After a trip to the open-market, we decided to head to a covered market I had read about called the "Marche Beauvau".  It's a 200-year-old covered market that according to my book, "Markets of Paris", has changed little.  It was gorgeous. It felt like the San Francisco Ferry building but much older.  The book described a fabulous beer seller called "Delirium Tremens".  Evan marvelled at the bottles of Belgian Abbey ale.  Unfortunately we couldn't buy any because we were headed to Versailles in a bit. 

<guest blogger Evan has the keyboard... and a third glass of Sancerre rouge, so begging your advance forgiveness...>

Overconfidence with the Paris rail system found us on the "wrong" train to Versailles (to Chantiers vs. the intended Rive Gauche).  But funny thing, turns out arriving at the train station farther from the Chateau forces a long walk through charming Versailles town.  And, of course, past yet another Boulanger/Patisierre so we're compelled to enjoy another batch of croissant, eclairs, and long-espressos.  Following this, we turn the corner to behold the most extreme example of architectural opulence & income inequity in human history - the Palace of Versailles. 

It's truly a marvel as we imagine the great life enjoyed by the earlier Louis (XIV) playing billiards, lounging around the gardens (larger than all Carlsbad), and entertaining the rulers of Europe in the Chateu's many parlors & apartments.  Then it's heartening (& a bit scary) to think of the later Louis (XVI) waking up to the Parisian rabble storming the gilded gates (somehow the guards got an advanced tip). 

Say what you want about selfish monarchs, we took in amazing French neo-classical art (incl. 30-ft paintings) that would have been impossible in today's modern world.  The tour itself was a bit too crowded and stuffy (free on the 1st Sunday!), but still very worthwhile and a great way for a moment to really imagine the glory of 17th-century French kings & frustration/power of the people in 1789.


King Louis XVI


Hall of Mirrors

Les Jardins des Versailles

Following this historical episode, we got our checked bag at the entrance & then devoured the baguette & Comte we had bought at the Marche that morning.  We ended up going back to the (much less crowded) 'wrong' train station & made our way back to Paris centre.  After a couple deserved hours resting our feet, we actually went for our dinner at the civilized Euro-hour of 10:30 pm.  I'm not exactly sure what this means, but Claudine's reminding me to note we dined next to the Hermes fashion show crew and that our brasserie was designed by Sonia Rykiel.

Here was my appetizer (Marinated scallops in clementine atop a bed of herbed sorghum (think semolina)) and Claudine had this amazing potato & asparagus soup served in a beautiful red Le Creuset pot.  Our friend Kim said we need to post more pictures of what we're eating.  Here you go Kim!




Bon soir!!