Let's begin the story of our Paris apartment at the bakery down the street.
Bill started each day here buying a baguette fresh out of the oven. They were always so friendly -- encouraging him to use his French.
Faithful elevator waiting to whisk us up to the 7th floor (no more than 3 passengers)
and our door.
This post is a scrapbook of images and moments we want to remember -- here our all-white apartment. The couch turns down to become the bed.
Arrival day dinner -- a chicken baguette, a half-bottle of champagne and a lemon tart -- all delicious.
That's me at the helm of the Tomatoes From Canada Command Centre. Kitchen behind me.
Bill liked to do pencil sketches in his notebook on the street and then develop them into watercolours in the comfort of home.
Views from our entrance hallway window. That's a Gérard Mulot lemon tart.
Fleur-de-lis from the Richard Lenoir market
A gift from the Gods -- Bill found this sprig on his way home from the bakery one morning.
My idea of shopping in Paris. Bought the Viviane Sassen survey at the Pompideau bookshop and the Jean-Phillipe Delhomme at Colette.
We used this low shelf to display the books we were buying.
The strong cross-breeze through the apartment liked to turn the pages of the Gagosian newsletter. Here the wind is enjoying an article on Cy Twombly's last paintings.
Rhubarb nectar from the market. Addictive.
We had never seen rosé cider before. It was lovely, subtle.
Bill enjoyed cooking chops and fish fillets from the market!
Meals at home.
Sometimes an omelette and sliced tomatoes made the perfect light dinner.
A take-out meal from the Moroccan eatery in the Enfants Rouge market.
Rooftop view from the kitchen. No idea what the workmen were up to but I loved the coverings for the various chimney tops.
Courtyard view from the patio windows. We discovered Magnum photographer Harry Gruyaert in Paris. Penguin books is reissuing all Simenon's Maigret novels with details from Gruyaert photos on the covers. Here's my attempt at a Maigret book cover photo á la Gruyaert!
One last view from our aerie -- evening light seemed to last forever -- the sky refused to darken before 10:30 p.m.