On the left bank in Paris there are two hotels that sit side by side. I have been staying in one or the other for over forty years. For most of those years they were a bit dumpy. That is not entirely fair, but they were not well cared for. They were also a great bargain. They have both had serious facelifts over the last two decades. They continue to be in my favorite neighborhood. For the years when I came here on my own, but more often than not with my mother, there was never any question where we would stay.
My beloved prefers to stay on the other side in a bigger hotel with better service and a fancier lobby and bigger rooms. Every now and then we do that and I always say this is the last time we do this. Because as soon as we check in I take off across the river for this part of town. For me the first day in Paris and most every day at some point consists of a very specific walk. Paris is not Paris for me unless I take that walk as quickly as possible.
Then I head out of the square and walk up the Avenue St. Germain. I walk past the same umbrella store I have been walking by for forty years.
After tea it was about four, Glenn headed back to the hotel for a nap, but I continued on my walk. I made many stops that would bore you I fear. But I walked around for two more hours, rue Bonaparte, rue Jacob, rue de Rennes. And then on the way back to the hotel around six I remembered Glenn needed cologne and the place we get it is on the rue Grenelle. I turned down the rue de Bac and passed this food shop.