30 Sept. Arrived in Paris and All is Well
Flying out on the evening of 30 September, so no photos or big events to record.
Getting here was hasslefree enough, apart from the journey with the taxi from CDG.
For some inexplainable reason the traffic was jammed all the way from the airport to Montmartre: a ride normally of 35 minutes. Taking this time 1½ hour ! Yikes, good thing (for me !) that I had met a young Danish couple on board the airplane to share the taxi with. Only I ended up feeling so guilty about the long ride.....
Meeting Alain my landlord, settling in, down to the super cozy Chez Vous, next door winebar for dinner.
Pictures kindly borrowed from Almighty Google
Steaming hot lentil soup
I think with green cabbage in it, plus pieces of foie gras
which I fished up soon enough, brrrr.......
Afterwards the BEST shank of lamb
ever, simmered for 7 hours in the tastiest, most concentrated sauce, perhaps with wine in it. Nice pile of "pommes de terre écrasées" which is coarsely mashed potatoes still with bites and lumps, not the sissy purée with butter and cream.
Very very tasty. And a nice nice winebar, impressive list of terrific wines at amazingly affordable prices. Simple menu, good traditional food that accompanies the French wines so splendidly.
Home to bed - and by saying "home" - that is precisely how it felt. I know it's unfair to my house back home, to the history of my Danish life and origin, but it's such a strong home-coming feeling to arrive at Montmartre again. Home to my peaceful Rue Caulaincourt, lined with large platan trees, filled with appealing little shops and local cafés.