Saturday, October 20, 2012

We Skipped the Tricycle Taxi & Horse-Drawn Carriage - Saturday, 20 October

Well, I managed to get my sister Beth Ann and niece Lydia to/from/around Paris via the RER train, subway, city bus, tour bus, taxi and feet during their 3 days here!  We skipped the tricycle taxi and horse-drawn carriage and rental bicycles and sightseeing boat, but I think we did pretty well!  And they got a glimpse of how Parisians live and get around.

Today Lydia wanted to take a photo of the Moulin Rouge (go figure!) so we went up there via the Métro.  It was PACKED and at one point it lurched (very unusual), flinging a 75-year-old gentleman in Beth Ann's lap.  Now there's a unique story for her to take home!

Saint Denis was the first Bishop
of Paris.  He was martyred in
connection with the Decian
persecution of Christians,
shortly after A.D. 250.
After his head was chopped off,
Denis is said to have picked it up
and walked ten kilometres (six miles),
preaching a sermon the entire way.
Here's his statue on the north portal
of Notre Dame.
We were going to take the Métro and RER down to the Musée d'Orsay next, but as we were having an Orangina after Lydia's photo shoot, I realized that we could catch the city bus #74 from right where we were down to Hôtel de Ville (city hall), which is just across the river from Notre Dame.  Multiple bonuses: we could see even more of the city from the bus, and we'd get a peek at the spectacular Hôtel de Ville, and we'd get to walk across one of the beautiful bridges of Paris and observe life on the water (including seeing an open umbrella floating upside down down the river...quite a fanciful image...one could almost imagine it coming out of a Madeline story!), and we'd walk right past a bunch of gift shops that they wanted to hit.  AND they had never been in a church anything like Notre Dame, an awesome (in the true sense of the word) experience in itself.

We stopped for a snack at one of the cafés right outside Notre Dame, and Lydia ordered something I've never had: a French hot dog!  It was actually a couple of hot dogs, totaling about 12 inches, on a toasted half-baguette, covered with melted cheese.  She said it was very good.  Now I gotta order one of those myself!

The "Cars Rouges" tour bus that we used off-and-on yesterday and today dropped us off at the Palais Garnier (the old opera house) at the end of our travels today.  As we walked past the front of the building on our way to the Métro to get back to the apartment, we found some young opera singers (very good) performing for the crowd on the front steps.  Hey, if it's every opera singer's dream to sing at the Paris Opera, these kids found a way to do it!  We listened for a few minutes and Lydia got some video of the performances, and then we made a quick stop at the cash machine and the supermarket on rue Montorgueil on our way back "home."

Lydia was working up a bunch of creative excuses for staying a few days longer, but it was time to pack their bags for an early morning taxi ride back to Aéroport Charles de Gaulle.  She'll just have to save her money and come back again to see several things on her list that we couldn't squeeze in plus a ton of things that she didn't know to put on her list.  As Beth Ann observed, Lydia has caught the travel bug!  And of all the bugs one can catch, it's a pretty good one.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Your Pal Mariellen, Swimming Upstream as Usual - Friday, 19 October


La Tour Eiffel is a must-do...once or twice in your life!  You endure long periods of standing around with a stifling mob for some moments of great views of the most beautiful city on earth.  But it's worth it!


The tower is a marvel, too.  The elegance and beauty and engineering of the ironwork never cease to amaze me.  I learned today that 2.5 million bolts hold all of these pieces of iron together...what design and craftmanship!

The view eastward
When we bought out tickets we were told that only the first and second levels were open.  They provide marvelous views, so all is not lost.  But when we got to the second level we learned that the final elevator to the top was indeed running.  I led the way through a long, tight and narrow zig-zagging maze to get to the third floor elevator, only to find that it wasn't the line for tickets - that line was elsewhere!  DUH!!!  So we had to swim up against that very narrow, very packed stream of humanity to get out and find the ticket desk.  I know that I've never said "pardon...pardon moi" so many times in the course of 5 minutes in my life.  (There were probably other situations when I should have, but I didn't!)  I let Lydia and Beth Ann buy their tickets for the top floor while I stayed on the second floor and found a bench where some nice Chinese people were resting (and who made space for me), and I had a bit of a sit-down!  People were feeding the pigeons up here, tosing crumbs on the floor and even inviting them to eat out of their hands, so they all flocked over.  And this was inside!  Creepy.  I should have thought to catch one to roast for supper!
Alexandre Gustave Eiffel
Flashbulb lights covering the surface of the
tower - at night they twinkle every hour
Beth Ann and Lydia
Houseboats on the Seine











See, I was there too!

Walk, Nap, Walk, Nap, Walk - Thursday, 18 October

This morning I took the train out to the airport to meet my sister Beth Ann and niece Lydia.  It's a very efficient means of getting back and forth, especially if you don't have too much luggage!  Although the train station is right inside the airport (between terminals 2E and 2F), it is a bit of a hike.  We then took the train into Gare du Nord and transferred to the Métro and took that to our stop at Étienne Marcel, then walked about 4 blocks to the apartment.  It was a little taxing for those dragging suitcases, so we relaxed a bit and one of us commenced napping!  Lydia and I went out to get some groceries and explore the 'hood a bit, then came back and relaxed some more.  In the early afternoon we went out for a nice lunch at Café du Centre on rue Montorgueil (a burger, a salade Niçoise, a confit de canard) and did a bit more exploring, then back to the apartment.  Supper was takeout from a local Italian deli.

Friday will be our "hit the landmarks" day.  First on the agenda: la Tour Eiffel!  Lydia has her new video camera all ready to go.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Aspic, Aspic, Everywhere (and I'm Lovin' It!) - Wednesday, 17 October

Tonight I had dinner at a fairly trendy new spot in my 'hood, l'Apibo.  For my main course I had a wonderful roasted Turbot over a bed of delicious white beans in a "spicy prawn juice" that wasn't nearly spicy enough (but wow, this fish really lends itself to roasting...substantial in texture, mild and moist and buttery, it simultaneously deepens and comes alive with a bit of a browned surface).  And a baba au rhum for dessert with absolutely perfect strips of mango.  But the star of the meal was the first course, a slice of foie gras terrine with fresh figs, Montbazillac aspic and a sprinkling of fleur de sel.  The foie gras was lovely, but wow that Monbazillac aspic blew me away.  Monbazillac is a late-harvest sweet white wine like Sauternes, and it had been cooked with some aromatics and reduced into the most perfectly intense sweet and savory syrup then solidified with some gelatin.  Amazing.  And combined with a few flecks of fleur de sel and the fairly decent foie gras - home run!

31, rue Tiquetonne  http://www.restaurant-lapibo.fr/

It's yet another thing that I must figure out how to add to my repertoire.  When I get home I'm going to just HAVE to retire so that I can have the time to refine and manage this growing repertoire!

LCB is a Hecuva Deal Most Days, but Today - WOW! - Wednesday, 17 October

As you undoubtedly have heard from me in the past, I just love catching as many classes as I can at Le Cordon Bleu when I'm in town.  For a mere 45 euros, one can attend a 3-hour lecture/demonstration with the regular students.  You receive a copy of the ingredients list for the (usually) three courses that Chef is preparing/teaching and a pen, and you get ready to start taking notes!  Chef explains what to do and how, alternative ingredients/methods, history of the dish, info about the region from which the products come, food safety, etc.  Because none of this is written down, you have to madly take notes while he's talking, and hope that you don't miss seeing what he's doing while you're writing!  Although he teaches in French, most of the classes are translated into English.  The students come from all over the world, but French and English are the two common languages.  When all the food has been prepared, Chef presents it in an individual serving style (and sometimes in family serving style).  Then the students rush up to take photos and tiny portions of each dish are distributed to everyone as the final "demonstration" of how it's supposed to taste.  LCB Paris

Today's lecture/demonstration was even more exciting than most because it was FREE to those of us in the general public.  It's a special promotional "Semaine du Goût" ("Week of Taste") all week.  So the classroom was packed - more regular students than I've seen before, plus about 8 of us outsiders.

Today's class included these three courses:
1)  Crème de chou fleur servie avec un consommé de légumes gélifié aux coques et caviar (Cream of cauliflower served with a jellied vegetable consommé, cockles and caviar)
2)  Selle d'agneau Prince Noir, petite chartreuse de légumes (Black prince saddle of lamb, vegetable "chartreuse")
3)  Ananas et fraises juste cuits dans un sirop au gingembre, plissé croustillant et sorbet Campari (Pineapple and strawberries in syrup with ginger, crisp fan and Campari sorbet)

Read on and check out the photos of the dishes (you can click on any of the photos in this blog to see it full-screen) and the "recipes" (before I wrote any of the instructions on them):

The cream of cauliflower was quite wonderful - cooked in chicken stock with onions, and then pureed with cream, stabilized with some leaves of gelatin and finally folded together with whipped cream after it had cooled down a bit.  It was like a slightly warm savory mousse with a very gentle cauliflower flavor and voluptuous mouthfeel.  It was served with cockles - I am shocked that I've never had them before, and I must now add them to my repertoire - they tasted like a cross between shrimp and fish - definitely a shellfish but very mild (and very cute!).  The vegetable aspic was really wonderful - I must add this to my repertoire as well - basically a clarified mirepoix (carrots, onion, celery) stock with spices that is jelled and cut into fancy shapes or small cubes.  It would be wonderful as a side to any fish or shellfish, or of course as the "glue" for a vegetable terrine.  And the little dab of caviar gave a welcome salty and elegant touch to this course.

The saddle of lamb with vegetable "chartreuse" was very complex but delivered probably the best lamb I have ever eaten - intensely flavored, soft & pink, just fatty enough.  I wish I could have gotten doubles of the tiny portion handed out to the students!  The saddle was very carefully trimmed of all skin (which is called "parchment," I learned!) and excess fat (but not all fat) and nerves & connective tissue.  The skirt was pounded thin and rubbed with a half-lemon, then sprinkled with pepper and fleur de sel, then spread with a little veal forcemeat (more about that in a minute), and then rolled up around the "tenderloin" portion of the saddle.  The little roast was then wrapped in caul fat and very carefully tied, then gently seared, then roasted for about 20 minutes at 340F, then allowed to rest for 20 minutes before being untied and served.  Wowzer...absolutely the best.  The veal for the forcemeat was cubed, then ground in the food processor, then pushed through a tamis and transferred to a bowl over ice, at which time cream was whisked in and tiny batons of truffle folded in.  A portion was set aside for the lamb, and sweated carrots, shallots, and mushrooms were added to the remainder along with some herbs.  This mixture was the "stuffing" for the vegetable "chartreuse" (a very fancy stuffed cabbage with blanched green beans and sticks of carrot and daikon radish (cut to exactly the same dimensions as the beans), made into a tight little sausage-shaped bundle that was steamed).  Lamb bones and trimmings with more mirepoix, garlic and rosemary were made into a wonderful sauce.  A massive amount of work but oh, my goodness, what results!

The dessert was appropriately light and acidic given the heft of the first two courses.  A fabulous tart sorbet was made from orange & lemon juices, orange zest, Campari, sugar and glucose.  Oh, my goodness, is this going to be a hit next summer!  A baby pineapple was pan-roasted with a ginger syrup and some powdered vanilla and a splash of dark rum.  The flavors were deep, sweet and a little bit tart - holey moley, it was good.  Chef cut some little strips of brik pastry and brushed them with butter and wrapped them around some cylinders to make cookie tubes in which to hide the sorbet.  Then strawberries were simply sliced thinly used as a base for the dish.  Heavenly!


Here's a picture of Chef at work - he made this very complex stuff look easy!

And here are the "recipes"

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Snackiepoos! - Tuesday, 16 October

Not much to report today - just a quiet day at "home" (a girl can dream!) relaxing my knee (I strained it a bit just before leaving for my trip), doing a bit of shopping for staples and snackies, and munching on those snackies.

I absolutely love Eric Kayser's bread - he won the Grand Prix for the best baguette in Paris in 2000 (in addition to a cash prize, the honor, and an immediate boost in sales, the winner supplies the Elysée Palace with their baguettes for the next year).  He has several styles, but his "Baguette Monge" is the winner, with its mix of flours, not-overpowering natural sourdough and slight sweetness!  He now has about 15 bakeries around Paris, and one if them is just a couple blocks from my apartment.  How lucky am I?!?  The baguette I picked up this afternoon was still slightly warm, and that crunchy crust and tender crumb just can't be beat!  The three lovely cheeses in this photo were from a fromagerie just a few doors down.

And here's what's left of the pâté en croûte aux morilles that I bought on Sunday.  Plus a dry sausage of duck meat.  And a slice of spicebread with currants.  I am not suffering at all!  Actually, the spicebread reminded me of the raisin muffins and bread that my amazing and wonderful Auntie Edythe made decades ago and served with thick butter and Cheese Whiz - I kid you not - something tells me that she would have loved this stuff!!!

Blown Away at the Ballet - Monday, 15 October

My highly anticipated evening at the Paris Opera Ballet (at Le Palais Garnier) met every expectation!  More about that in a minute, but first a few happy words for the ticket-acquisition process.

In August I tried to buy a ticket for tonight's performance, but they were already sold out.  Happily, though, I learned that the Paris Opera has a wonderful web-based ticket turnback mechanism whereby someone who can't use their ticket can post it to the Opera's system.  Someone (like me!) who wants a ticket for a particular performance can post their request on the same system.  So I signed up.  A couple weeks later I received an email informing me that a ticket was available.  I clicked for more info, decided that the price was right, paid the Opera for the ticket, they notified the seller, she emailed the .pdf of the ticket to me, I notified the Opera that I had received it, and they released my payment to her.  Easy peasy!  And no markup - just 3.5 euro for the service.  Everything should work this smoothly.  And it was a great ticket - way up at the front of the house, with a just-slightly obstructed view - scroll down to see photos.

The performance was absolutely wonderful.  A tribute to George Balanchine, it featured three ballets in three quite different styles from three periods of his life.  Orchestre de l'Opéra National de Paris was in the pit - quite the house band!  Their playing was pretty much flawless and always beautiful in full orchestra passages, smaller ensemble passages and solo lines.  All the horn players were men though, so maybe I should audition!

The program opened with "Sérénade" performed to Tchaikovsky's sumptuous 4-movement "Serenade for Strings."  It had to be one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen (it brought me to tears more than a few times) - about 20 ballerinas in pale turquoise leotards with diaphanous sheer long skirts creating the most wonderful images of floating and swirling color and line.  Just a few male dancers in a matching unitards entered the picture supporting the ballerinas, but this was a work of the most stunning femininity, with the music and dance absolutely inseparable.  I will never again listen to Tchaikovsky's "Serenade for Strings" without seeing these spectacular images in my mind.  This piece was from the middle of Balanchine's career, in 1934, just after he moved from Paris to New York.

Next, a piece called "Agon" from later in Balanchine's career (1957); the music is by Stravinsky.  This was a masculine piece, performed primarily by male dancers in black pants, white t-shirts and white shoes/socks supported by a few women in black leotards with black shiny belts.  It was punchy, humorous, jolting, bouncy, sarcastic, aggressive, athletic, percussive, geometric - again, a perfect marriage to Stravinsky's brilliant writing for full orchestra, solo strings, blatting trombones, interrupting percussion, and ensembles of winds.  I chuckled (quietly) more than once during this performance!

Then after intermission "Les Fils Prodigue" (The Prodigal Son) in the grand Russian tradition, one of Balanchine's earliest works (1929); the music is by Prokofiev. This was more of a narrative ballet, with sets and costumes and an obvious story line.  Emotions were up-front and unmistakable, from tender compassion to rebelliousness to freedom to competition to conflict to passion to playfulness to abandonment to brokenheartedness to reconciliation.  Again, totally beautiful but in a quite different way.  And charming and insightful.

What a fabulous evening in one of the most fabulous venues anywhere.  Of course, photos cannot be taken during the performance, so the dance photos are from the program book I bought.  The others are by me!

Obviously, I highly recommend this kind of cultural experience for your visit to Paris.  You can take a tour of the spectacular Palais Garnier, completed in 1875 (wowzer...they don't make buildings like this any more!), but if you can possibly manage it, attend a performance here.  You will thank me!


My box, #4, was way down at the end of the hall.
But that's a good thing!
Many a foot has trod
this well-worn mosaic floor


The view from my chair #1


The box has its own vestibule with a fainting
couch, mirror, coat hooks and RED everywhere!
And 8 chairs





The ceiling by Chagal

The view from my chair #3

The view from my chair #4

The strings of Orchestre de l'Opera de Paris
warming up