New digs

Here's our new spot. One metro station away, whole new Paris. The flat is double the size but the price is the same because our front door is in-between a tattoo parlour and a kebab shop.







The area is like Newtown, compared with the Marais' eastern suburbs feel. There are cafes aplenty, including one which offers a five percent discount upon presentation of the docket at its lingerie shop over the road. Click here for a Frommer's review of Cafe de L'Industrie. We're just two blocks from our favourite fresh food markets and slightly removed from all those high fashion shops which so tormented me.

Aix-press

So this might be primarily a Paris blog but here's some photos from a recent jaunt in the south of France, more specifically, Aix-en-Provence where the air is scented with lavender, albeit the dried variety sold at markets, and the Italian influence is tangible.



Le Carillion was our favourite restaurant. For 11 euros you received four dishes, each simple but delicious, served by waiters who had operated the cafe since 1956. A lovely spot where we wasted four hours on the first day, hiding from a gigantic storm which passed through the region. Despite our efforts, we still got soaked.



Jesus, holding a towel





David scribbling at a Pizza cafe. The Italian presence is obvious in the food, and the cars pumping bad music (oops, did Alice just make a cultural slur?)





The view from Plateau Bibemus. Alice saw a hill from the town and suggested we walk up it. The walk was over 10ks, much of it up hill, but we did see poppies along the way. And this view from the top was rather spectacular.

Bad Alice

Bad Alice bought a new dress yesterday (second hand) and some shoes today. (Both pictured)



The weather here is utterly exquisite at the moment. And I think it would be reasonable to describe this life as eudaemonic. Look it up.

Accidentally Invalides

So here was a jaunt Davido and I went on. We were intending to go to the Luxembourg gardens with our picnic lunch but Vid misread the map and we ended up at the Jardin des Invalides. Not too bad though, in the end.