So nice not to rush in the morning. We let Anne and Tom take care of Catherine while Bob and I went out in the afternoon to do some errands. Walking into our Pigalle Métro station made me feel a little melancholy. The band of musicians playing there always make me smile. I will miss them and I will miss the independence of not having to rely on a car to go anywhere as another train is usually on the quai every two minutes. Just be careful so as not to get run over by a bicycle on the street.
After shopping a little along the Champs-Elysées, we stopped at Pedone's for some pistache and bufala gelato. Sorry, Italy, but Paris has the best gelato and it's in the Galeries Lafayette.
We took the métro to the Marais for some of Sasha Finkelsztayn's borek, Polish cheesecake and poppyseed roll. The Rue des Rosiers is lined with soldiers in combat gear with automatic rifles to protect this predominantly Jewish neighborhood. They were very intimidating indeed.
On the métro ride home I thought about how I'll miss the courteousness of the French people as they say, Pardon, whenever they barely bump into you and, Bonjour Monsieur Madame, as you enter their store. I actually saw a woman sneeze on the métro and a man immediately handed her a tissue. They may not always smile at everyone for no reason like Americans, but when those special moments arise and you're on the receiving end of a truly meaningful smile, it just makes it so much more special.
Meanwhile Anne and Tom stayed around our Abbesses neighborhood and as Catherine was riding the carrousel, a movie was being filmed as they were in the background. So watch for a little French movie star on the rise.