After turning up a tiny street named Rue de la Montagne St. Geneviève, Sylvia and I stopped into a small but welcoming little restaurant for dinner. I had yummy boeuf stroganoff, and she had some incredibly fresh salmon. It was so fresh, I did not smell it. Not a whiff.
The restaurant had sections of the wall artfully sectioned off, where the drywall or plaster or whatever it was had been left off and so the original, rough stonework of the building could show through. Part of the fun of Paris (or any old city like this) is paying attention to the small details of how the old buildings were made.
Date: Dec. 12, 2006
Sylvia et Moi à Gaudeamus
After turning up a tiny street named Rue de la Montagne St. Geneviève, Sylvia and I stopped into a small but welcoming little restaurant for dinner. I had yummy boeuf stroganoff, and she had some incredibly fresh salmon. It was so fresh, I did not smell it. Not a whiff.
The restaurant had sections of the wall artfully sectioned off, where the drywall or plaster or whatever it was had been left off and so the original, rough stonework of the building could show through. Part of the fun of Paris (or any old city like this) is paying attention to the small details of how the old buildings were made.
