“Jocteur… Le Boulanger des Invalides”…

Two stations from…

“Les Invalides”… Napoleon’s monument…

With its magnificent golden dome gleaming in today’s sunshine… (after weeks of unrelenting thundering rain and dreary grey clouds)…

We stumble on an… “angle”… café/boulangerie…

It… is…

Adorable…

Bread & Roses…

“Chaque quartier…

de Paris…

est magique”…

We were on our way to a business meeting in the “sixième arrondissement”… the Jardin de Luxembourg area of Saint-Germain-des-Prés…

Having concluded our meeting… we came “juste en face du”… “bakery

Café Pouchkine…

Made me feel very…

Russian…

Dressed accordingly… I rushed to meet my “adored one” at the Russian pâtisserie…

We had a rendezvous at…

Café Pouchkine…

In the very heart of…

Paris…

Entering this tiny, glamorous, enchanting

“L‘Épiphanie“…

Ancient Greek… Θεοφάνεια…

Epiphany…

Divine manifestation…

“God shining through”…

“The Light”…

Christian feast… 6th of January…

Variable… according to different Christian traditions…

This weekend…

We observed… the joyous feast

Montmartre…

“The mount”…

Just below…

“Sacré-Cœur“…

“Le coeur… de Montmartre”.

Something… about this place…

That moves me…

Something… about the lazy way it…

Wakes up… in the morning…

The way…

We had our our delightful “p’tit déj” (breakfast) at the “Pain Quotidien” on the “rue de Montorgueil”…  We loved the three varieties of “confiture”, fresh crisp bread, and melting butter, with their excellent hot cups of coffee.  Highly recommended.

What

Yesterday, we visited “Belleville” – which means “beautiful town”…

The colourful, multi-ethnic neighbourhood of Paris, which lies in both the 19th and 20th arrondissements, and is situated on and around a hill – one of the highest in Paris, along

April in Paris…

It’s Divine.

It’s Sublime.

No other month can match the new-born beauty of Spring.

It’s hope.

It’s rebirth.

It’s renewal.

The tall, majestic trees that were only recently stripped and naked, are now blossoming and thriving, with

Having been unwillingly imprisoned at home for a few days (too long) – due to a silly flu – come Sunday, we jumped on our bus no. 63 (ignoring our sniffles and coughing), which takes us to our favourite “Boulangerie”

Having stuffed our “caddie” with our weekly shopping from our much-loved bio store “Naturalia”, off “Place de Mexico”, we made our way down “rue des Belles Feuilles”, where we hopped over to buy our nicely roasted chicken at “Rôtisserie Fillion”,