An old… friend…

From our… London days…

Was meeting us… at her local internet café close to where she works… in the 13th arrondissement… on the edge of Paris.

We hurriedly jumped on the train… which took us straight to

“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 Coutume…

A delightful…

Café…

In the 7th arrondissement…

Rue de Babylone…

Situated on a quiet street… “juste à côté de”… the unmissable… Le Bon Marché…

Feeling less than fabulous… on a wet

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

Chance meeting…

He’s… tall…

Handsome… very…

Wearing… a black coat… with a stylish fur collar…

Clutching… a fur “chapka” hat in one hand…

A “moto” helmet… in another…

“Le Vrai Paris“..

Café / Restaurant…

It’s cold and blustery…

“à Paris aujourd’hui“…

But the “café local de Montmartre” is…

Warm…

Cosy…

There is a… delicious hub… of noise

Getting off the Métro at Villiers, we stepped onto the doorstep of the “dix-septième arrondissement”…

The “quartier” was nearly deserted…

Come August, the Parisian Bourgeoisie flee to their summer resorts.

But for the kiosk and a few cafés, the luxury

We live in the “seizième arrondissement” -

Our apartment is off Avenue Foch and very “proche” to the “Bois de Boulogne”.

It’s Posh…

It’s Tosh…

It’s very luxurious and stylish.

It’s also convenient – being close to the prestigious “Lycée

It’s Monday Morning à Paris.

“Panic” is the word to describe our mood.

Since, unfortunately, all our usual haunts, especially our “café local”, are firmly closed on Monday – every Monday – we’re desperate for our morning “café express” and