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Les Paris de Maîtresse

Since I've lived in Paris on and off since 1999, friends and family are always asking me where to go, what to do, where to shop while they're in Paris.  Having this blog has only multiplied the number of requests, and so finally it occurred to me to put together some semblance of a list, to which I can refer future comers. 

Have any questions or comments about visiting Paris? Email me, I'd be happy to answer them.

Where to eat

Pointbar139629 Le Point Bar.  €€€
Run by Alice Bardet, daughter of star (Michelin star, that is) chef Jean Bardet, this cozy bistro features some of the most delicious food I've ever eaten, and wonderful wines. 

40, place Saint Honoré
75001 Paris
M° Pyramides
Tél. 01 42 61 76 28


Carredesfeuillants2
Le Carré des feuillants.
€€€€€
Sublime, from start to finish.  The wine list is exceptional as well.
14, rue de Castiglione
75001 Paris
M° Tuileries
01.42.86.82.82

Livingstone2 Livingstone. €€€ Great Thai food in a lush, sophisticated atmosphere.  Sort of colonialist-chic  but that doesn't interfere with the food, which is top notch.
106, rue St-Honoré
75001 Paris
01.53.40.80.50

Refuge_des2 Le refuge des fondues. Some people think this place is gross, or just for students, or tourists, or whatever. I don't care.  It's great fun, and if you can tell me what is better than melted cheese on baguette with red wine out of a baby bottle, I'm all ears.  Go ahead. I'm waiting.

17, Rue des Trois Frères
75018 Paris
M° Abbesses
Tél. 01  42 55 22 65

Nonna Inès.  Our neighborhood Italian joint.  Great pasta dishes with only the freshest ingredients.  Very small; reservations recommended.

1,  rue de l'Arbalète
75005 Paris
M° Censier-Daubenton
Tél. 01 43 37 23 72

Where to shop

Le Bon Marché.  Forget Galeries Lafayette.  This is where you want to be if it's a department store you're looking for.  Be sure to visit the houseware section on the 2nd floor (that's the third floor for the Americans) and the Grande Epicerie next door.

24, rue de Sèvres
75007 Paris
M° Sèvres-Babylone

Astierdevillatte2 Astier de Villatte.  Pure white ceramics and other lovely curiosities for the home and mind.
173, Rue St  Honoré
M° Palais Royal
Tél. 0142607413

Zadig & Voltaire. The ne plus ultra of casual French fashion, if you have the cash for it. 

various locations around Paris, including:

3 rue du Vieux Colombier
75006 PARIS
M° Saint-Sulpice

Agent Provocateur. Printemps is my second-favorite department store, and as for Agent Provocateur-- let's just say they named their perfume for me.  If you can't afford AP, Princesse Tam-Tam is not bad either.

Printemps Haussmann, lower level
64, bd Haussmann
75009 Paris
M° Havre-Caumartin

Princesse Tam-Tam

various locations, including:
53, rue Bonaparte
75006 Paris

M° Saint-Sulpice

Where to drink

Café Léa. Excellent mint tea, decent menu if an apéro goes into overtime.
5, rue Claude Bernard
Censier-Daubenton
Tél. 01.43.31.46.30.

Cafe_martini3 Café Martini. The thickest hot chocolate in Paris, a great place to work, two steps from the Place des Voges...  you can often find me tucked away at one of the tables in here  [Photo courtesy of Tampen].

11  Rue Du Pas De La Mule
75004 Paris
M° Bastille

Drole d'endroit pour une rencontre.  This place aims to create a "Sex and the City" style bar/resto where the young and single can frolic and mate in a chic bobo atmostphere, but for the rest of us it's a breezy New York-style loft with creative cocktails and really decent food. 

46, rue Caulaincourt
75018 Paris
01.42.55.14.25
M° Lamarck-Caulaincourt

Rdv3 Au Rendez-vous des amis. The kind of bar that doesn't exist anywhere else in the world-- and that you thought no longer existed in Paris, either.  Full of local montmartrois hanging out and doing their thing, drinking, having a nosh, reading a book from the in-house library, playing one of their board games, strumming their guitar or listening to some random guy play the accordion.  I came here a lot more frequently when I lived in the neighborhood but now it's sadly a bit too far for impromptu visits. 

23 rue Gabrielle
75018 Paris
M° Abbesses
01.46.06.01.60

Closerie2 La Closerie des Lilas

Don't come here for dinner (lunch maybe) because the prices are high and the quality mediocre, but for drinks there's no better place than this, especially on special occasions.  It gets a lot of press because Hemingway et al frequented this place back when your grandmother was a toddler, and indeed there are brass nameplates on each table letting you know which expired people regularly sat where you now sit.  This lends a certain undeniable something, especially when the nameplate refers to someone vaguely obscure, but whom you're sure you've heard mentioned, like the Symbolist poet Henri de Regnier, whose table I had on my last visit here.   Sort of pricey but the atmosphere is worth it.  Try the mint champagne.

171 bd. du Montparnasse
75006 Paris
Port-Royal, Vavin
01.40.51.34.50

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Coin poésie

  • Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from "Sonnets from the Portuguese"
  • How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
  • I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
  • My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
  • For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
  • I love thee to the level of everyday's
  • Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
  • I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
  • I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
  • I love thee with the passion put to use
  • In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
  • I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
  • With my lost saints--I love thee with the breadth,
  • Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
  • I shall but love thee better after death.
  • (1850)

Coins poésie du passé

  • Marilyn Hacker, "April Couplets"
  • Mild Sky of a day which may or may not be forgotten
  • as days of a life, lives themselves, are forgotten.
  • Tenacious ivy crawls from a plastic pot in
  • a window-box which the early rain's forgotten
  • Nocturnal narrative's coherent plot in
  • the sleeper's mind disconnects, and the dream's forgotten
  • textures, flavors, burlap, honey, satin
  • systematically derange, dissolve: forgotten
  • This morning's crisp half-loaf in which I've bitten
  • a crescent lies near coffee dregs, forgotten.
  • On a lined page in front of me are written
  • haphazard words grasping what I've forgotten
  • A letter will be answered today or not. In
  • the gap, what it might have said could be forgotten.
  • A three year-old picked up w dropped red button
  • and cried for a lost rag doll not quite forgotten.
  • The sidewalk glistened in the Marais, Manhattan
  • or a Balkan town whose vowels howl unforgotten
  • chronicles of neighbors at war, ill met in
  • each market-place, blood mixed, but no slur forgotten
  • What key turns in the lock, who will be let in
  • to the bright room of what is not forgotten?
  • The scribe turns hacker: DOS displaces Latin:
  • Exiles hoard both, the plain speech of peace forgotten
  • William Carlos Williams, "Danse Russe"
  • If I when my wife is sleeping
  • and the baby and Kathleen
  • are sleeping
  • and the sun is a flame-white disc
  • in silken mists
  • above shining trees,--
  • if I in my north room
  • dance naked, grotesquely
  • before my mirror
  • waving my shirt round my head
  • and singing softly to myself:
  • "I am lonely, lonely.
  • I was born to be lonely,
  • I am best so!"
  • If I admire my arms, my face,
  • my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
  • again the yellow drawn shades,--
  • Who shall say I am not
  • the happy genius of my household?
  • [c. 1917]