Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Sound of....

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Before I left America, I loaded my 2 favorite Christmas CDs onto my iPod: Amy Grant's Home for Christmas and Sarah McLachlan's Wintersong. Playing in the background right now is "The First Noel" by Ms. McLachlan.  Lovely. Now I just need a glass of vin chaud and this picture of me sitting among unwrapped gifts and sparse Christmas decorations in my toasty and candlelit Parisian bedroom would be complete!

Listening to these sounds of Christmas made me distinctly aware that I have not yet posted about the remainder of my trip to Austria...including my Sound of Music tour in Salzburg!! Humph! I can't stand for that...even if t'is the season where the sands of time seem to run faster than a Frenchie from a pumpkin pie (the French don't really like pumpkin...nor cinnamon!).  So I am breaking from the champagne swilling, fois gras consuming and bavarde-ing avec mes amis :) to post some of my favorite pictures of my last days in Vienna and Salzburg.

Let the onslaught of photos begin...get comfortable!

VIENNA

Saturday morning at the Naschmarkt.
Over 1.5 kilometers long, this market has been in existence since the 16th century.

This man is a celebrity sauerkraut producer!! 
He passed out samples and would fill big plastic bags with a week's worth of the sour cabbage.
A hot dog lover's dream :)! 

This is Jovan! He along with his girlfriend, Ala, were my hosts in Vienna (friends of a friend of my Dad).
He was gracious enough to take me around Vienna and show me the market.
He goes to the Naschmarkt weekly for his meat.
I was surprised that he was able to get a week's worth of different meats all for under 10Euro!

St. Stephen's Cathedral in the heart of Vienna.

Jovan proposed that we climb to the top of the 850 year old cathedral. He said that it is something that he does once a year...I enthusiastically accepted.  Four hundred and fourty five feet, 6 rest stops and a bit out of breath later we arrived to the top of the tower and a wonderful view of the city. Jovan than proceeded to point out all the major landmarks from 45 stories in the air.  I later learned from my Mom after I returned home, that Jovan is 80 years old.  Incredible!
This picture was taken on the way up (one of the rest stops...good excuse, huh!?).

The quintessential pre-opera stop: Hotel Sacher for the famous Sacher-Torte.
I added a glass of prosecco :).
I really dug the story of this cake.  It was first made in 1832 by a young sous chef, Franz Sacher, who had to take over an important menu when the chef de cuisine of the Court of Prince Metternich fell ill.  The guests were, of course, important and apparently very picky. He ended up blowing  their socks and tiaras off with this chocolate cake.  It became famous across Europe and America within 2 years time.  Today the recipe is kept secret, is still made entirely by hand and is a major export out of Vienna.
Well played, Chef Sacher!
(As a note, versions of the sacher-torte are made all over town, but only the original is found at the hotel...and  having tried many of the others...the best is also found at the hotel.)

Inside one of the halls in the beautiful Vienna State Opera House.
Breathtaking....and for only 3Euro40 you can order a glass of white Austrian wine to sip while you stand in your elegant clothing taking in the beautiful surroundings before the bells herald  you to your seats for the start of the opera.
Best deal in Europe!

The marble staircase I took up to find my box seats to watch Rossini's "L'Italiana in Algeri."

View of the stage and orchestra from where I sat.

All of the well-heeled folks also excited to see Rossini's comedy.

Great performance.
My assessment of the story: Very complimentary to Italian women....uh, not so complimentary to Algerian men 

Thanks to this little monitor I was able to get an English translation of the opera so I could laugh at all the appropriate parts (although I laughed more than most...I had to keep biting my lip!).
We developed such a good relationship over the 3 hour performance that it even wished me a good evening and invited me to the next performance! Wow!

Walking home from the opera.....

My last day in Vienna, I made one of my childhood dreams come true...I went to see the Lipizzaner stallions at the Spanish Riding School. 
This beautiful arena is located right in the center of Vienna...just a stone's throw from the Opera House (actually, you would have to throw the stone pretty hard and far....but you get it :) ) 

The royal box.  
Inside is a portrait of Emperor Charles VI on a Lipizzaner.  He commissioned the building of this riding hall in 1729.

When the riders enter they always salute the royal box by taking off their hats.  The riders also carry willow sticks for whips...like they have for over 400 years!!

The end of the "ballet" or classical dressage performance.  
Having been a horseman myself (even dappled in dressage) I was particularly impressed by the horsemanship and the response of the horses (one move had then switching leads every stride so it looked like the horse was skipping!). 
After the performance when I asked about the one woman rider I saw, I learned that the "best" horses and chief riders were currently on tour in Europe (usually women NEVER make it to the "chief rider" stage).  Ah ha...I thought some of the leaps ("kapriole") and rears ("levade") were not quite up to par...it all made sense after...still wonderful, but it gets even better!

You can't tell, but in this picture I am plotting my return trip to Vienna.

The Hundertwasserhaus.
I went to have lunch on the ground floor of this expressionist apartment building.  It is the design and concept of Friedensreich Hundertwasser.  He wanted to create a more individual and organic idea to urban living...it is complete with a forested roof. As a tenant in one of the 52 apartments you have "window rights"...the right to embellish the facade of your window however you chose.  None of the apartments are the same and some even have trees growing from their windows.
Cool concept to all except for the neighbors....apparently they aren't keen on their quiet neighborhood being completely overrun by tourists coming to take photos....something the architect didn't take into account during the design phase :).

Dinner at Figlmueller, famous for their Wiener Schnitzel, with my favorite Wiener couple!
It is impossible to see in this picture, but on Jovan's suspenders are little mugs of beer and in German it says, "Have a beer!"  Still makes me chuckle.
Ala and Jovan ordered the wiener schnitzel to share....because it was larger than the size of the plate.
I ordered another important Viennese dish.....

Boiled Beef!
It is called Tafelspitz and was the favorite meal of Emperor Franz Josef.
It came with the most amazing applesauce with grated, fresh horse radish to spread on it, as well as savory roasted potatoes seasoned with some spice that I am still trying to figure out.
Our wine was one of Figlmueller's house white wines called Prälatenwein...which was the best Austrian wine I had my entire stay.  I even brought a bottle home!

After dinner we headed to one of Vienna's cozy kaffeehaus....
(In this picture Jovan is writing down a list of kaffeehauses for me to visit in Salzburg)

A final glimpse of St. Stephen's and Vienna at night.

The last thing that Ala and Jovan showed me before bidding me goodnight at my hotel....the oldest church in Vienna, St. Rupert's church.
Completed in 740!

When I returned to Paris from Austria, a post card from Ala and Jovan was waiting for me.  On the front it said, "Wenn das Ende der Welt kommt, dann gehe nach WIEN. Dort geschieht es erst 20 Jahre spater!" (When the end of the world comes, go to Vienna.  There it will happen 20 years later!).  On the back Jovan wrote, "Advice for future events." :)

SALZBURG
I was told one day would be enough in Salzburg...I don't agree.  One more day would have been perfect. I was completely enchanted by this city.

The following few pictures were my first glimpses and impressions of Salzburg after my 3 hour train ride from Vienna.  It was a crisp night (so cold in Austria!!), but the charm and abundant twinkling white lights warmed the cockles of my heart immediately :).

The Christmas market in Salzburg's Altstadt.

Mozartplatz with it statue of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
The memorial statue was placed there in 1842.
Both of Mozart's sons were present for the unveiling.
His wife, Constanze, had died 6 months before. Sad.

Ice skating rink! 

A booth in the Christmas market....all these ornaments are hand made outside of Vienna, but only available in Salzburg.  The display was amazing.

The sign was true!...and I did coax me to try some on, but, alas, I left all cheap sheep in Salzburg. 

Walking Getreidegasse...lots of lovely, tempting shops.
This street is also the address of Mozart's birthplace home.

The next morning in Salzburg.....

Salzburg sits in a valley so particularly during the winter months it is not uncommon for it to be covered in fog.
It wasn't the best for touring...but added to the magic of my entire Salzburg and Austria visit.

So what sort of  touring was the fog bad for, you may be wondering??  :)
Well, ask no more...it was the highly rated on Trip Advisor, Original Sound of Music tour by Panorama Tours!!
Frankly, I didn't have any intention of following The Trapp Family through hills that were alive with the sound of music. But the more I read about how the tour was a great way to see some of the lake towns surrounding Salzburg as well as remembered how my family use to religiously watch "The Sound of Music" around Xmas time when it was an ABC special (I use to even set up a tap recorder in front of the t.v. to record all the songs...it was a happy day when I memorized "Doe a Deer"), I thought it would be insane not to take the tour.  I booked the last seat.  Phew!

Our guide was fun and good, but he felt quite bad that he kept pointing out things that the fog inhibited us from seeing (i.e. the gate to the Trapp Family house where Maria in that horrible hat and with a guitar is seen dancing and singing about confidence).  Our first stop was right outside of Salzburg and something we could see, Schloss Hellbrunn.  I don't remember the history of this palace or if it was used in the movie because we made the stop for another important reason.....

To take photos with the original pavilion that was used in the 1964 film!!
You may remember Liesl and Rolf dancing and flirting in and around this singing, "Sixteen Going on Seventeen."
After the filming, it was given to the city of Salzburg as a gift. In 1991 the city had it moved from its original set location to here so all the public could view it. However, they had to seal the pavilion doors to the public recently because an 80 year old lady broke her hip while bounding from bench to bench trying to imitate Liesl in the movie :).

This is one of the gorgeous lakes that is about 30 minutes outside of Salzburg, Wolfgangsee Lake.
The summit of the mountain seen on the left side of the picture was were Maria was filmed at the beginning of the film picking flowers.

Our lunch stop was in the small lake town of Mondsee.

It is the home of the church where Maria and Captain Von Trapp married in the film.

Beautiful interior....just one thing to note, the alter was full of mummified martyrs.
Not sure if they are mentioned in the ending credits of the movie :).

I loved the ceiling...hence this photo to share.

Last stop of the 4 hour tour (complete with tunes from the movie soundtrack as well as movie clips) was back in Salzburg at the Pegasus fountain in Mirabell Gardens where Maria and the children enthusiastically sang "Doe a Deer" in the curtain clothes that Maria had made for them.

Ah, look! A unicorn!  I told you Salzburg was magical :).


Trying to get the song "Edelweiss" out of my head, I headed to one of the kaffeehauses that Ala and Jovan recommended to me, Café Tomaselli. I ordered a specialty of the 150 year old, family run cafe, Tomasellium's Coffee.  It was a mocha with original Mozart liqueur (a chocolate liqueur), whipped cream and almond slices.  The great thing about Austrians is that they love to add alcohol to any coffee drink.
Quite decadent!

Having heard that Mozart also heralded from this town :) ...I thought I would get in a visit to his birthplace home (one of two former residences of Mozart in town).  A great stop...and with the free wifi in the house (just like home!) I was able to download the app that gave a room by room tour by typing in the exhibit number. Love technology. This is obviously the kitchen in the home.

This was the one item in the house that really gave me goosebumps...it is Mozart's childhood violin.
I could almost picture him in a corner of that very room where it was displayed practicing and coming up with compositions at the tender age of 4.  Incredible.

Mozart isn't only found in spirit in Salzburg.  He is quite literally found on every corner...as a stuffed doll, as a life-sized cardboard cutout promoting a Mozart chocolate (which is hideous!), as a puppet....and it goes on and on.  Here is just a sample of a devoted shop window...the dolls are cute, the mannequin kinda freaky. 

My last Austrian indulgence was dinner at the oldest restaurant in Salzburg and central Europe.
It was called Stiftskeller St. Peter and opened in 803 ad.
My experience in this restaurant completely sealed my complete adoration for this town.
Ah, just look at this entrance...it looks like I am about enter some sort of fairy land!

The courtyard was glorious with all it decorations and white lights...and this was just on the way to check in with the maître d.  I had no idea it got even better inside.

I always come armed with my Kindle when I know I will be dining alone.
They sat me in the oldest part of the restaurant called Prälatenzimmer (Prelates' Room).
Many legends are told about St. Peter's. Some say Charlemagne dined here and some believe Columbus enjoyed a glass of its famous Salzburg Stiegl beer just before he set sail for America in 1492...I can't confirm either, but I can confirm Bill Clinton did eat here. His picture is on the wall!
This room was just as warm and cozy as the candlelight and cushy red pillows suggest.

My bread plate with the 3 different spreads and butter made in Salzburg.
Notice there aren't a lot of other folks around...I went on a Tuesday evening and almost had the whole place to myself.

My plat for the evening was called "Game from 'Faistenau'."
My friendly, attentive server recommended it to me.  Coincidentally, 'Faistenau' is a venison farm right outside of Salzurg that I saw earlier in the morning on my Sound of Music tour.  Hmmm...wonder if any of the cute deer I glimpsed was now the delightful meal I was enjoying with a glass of Cab Sauv Rose.....nahhhhhhh!

Oh, Dessert!
They called it a chocolat soufflé, but really it was a chocolat gateau...they are forgiven. :)
My server paired it with the first "white" port I have ever had.

During and after dinner I went exploring.
This is one of the magnificent banquet rooms in the restaurant. It is a rooms that makes you want to invent some sort of event just to bring people to it so they can share its beauty with you.
Prior to my arrival the room had been used for a classical concert and dinner. *sigh* Wonderful.

The whole restaurant (which can hold 750 people) was dressed head to toe in intricate Xmas decorations...like nothing I have ever seen.  This is a photo of the diorama of  Bethelehem at Jesus' birth that spanned an entire wall. 

Like most restaurants, I was the last to leave....I couldn't stop taking pictures and I didn't want the evening to end.  But it had to...this is the picture that I took after I left the restaurant and started to head home.
I turned around to get one final glimpse....
The restaurant says, "Blessed are those who enjoy." I felt very blessed to have enjoyed my final evening in Austria at a place as special as St. Peter's.

Walking home I was alone in the old streets of Salzburg.  Everything was enveloped in a light fog that gave it a mystical and romantic feeling...I felt transported in time as if I could have been on those cobble stone streets at any moment in their history.  It was a thrill....and Salzburg's final seduction. It will be with me always.

Austria was an absolute dream....and I can hear the sound of my heartbeat planning its return.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Vienna - "The City of Dreams"


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The patisseries of Paris will have to go on hold for a week or so because today I am in the beautiful, imperial city of Vienna! I had such a wonderful first day here that I couldn't wait to share....

***NOTE:  Sickness impeded me from posting this my first evening in Vienna (I have the worst cold).  So I am posting it tonight, 3 days later, from the alpine town of Salzburg…but my enthusiasm for Vienna is still bubbling over!***


In the historic center of Vienna.
All the Christmas lights are going up...but they don't turn them on until December 1st. 
Boo Hoo L

I arrived to Vienna this morning via train.  I went from Paris to Munich and then an overnight train from Munich to Vienna.  My sleeping car companion was an agent for opera singers.  He works in Germany, Vienna and Texas (<- apparently they have an appetite for cowboys and opera! Who knew!).  Before bed, my new German friend drank 2 huge beers ("huge" is the only size of cans that they make in Germany) and then proceeded to entertain me with his own version of "opera singing" all night.  Oh, the horror!  The snoring never stopped :). So well-rested is not how I arrived to Austria's capital city.



My hotel didn't have a room ready for me at 6:30am so that meant I had to wipe the sleepies from my eyes and take to the streets to kill some time before a proper shower and nap.  Of course I came to Vienna prepared with a list of about 20 restaurants I wanted to try (which in 3 days may be difficult, but a girl can dream!) so it was easy for me to determine where my first meal would be: Café Central.
I chose the "Viennese Breakfast." The egg is the picture is soft boiled.  Not knowing how to eat it, I removed it from its little cup, peeled it (it was a little hot still!) and then placed the wobbling egg on my plate. Anticipating a mess, I removed all the bread items from the plate before letting the yolk run free.
This had to be wrong!  I was certain the intellectuals who once graced these tables, like Freud and Trotzki, were not letting yellow yolk and flaky croissants collide haphazardly on their plates, so I asked my server if I had eaten my egg correctly.  His eyes widened when I explained my less than elegant manner of consuming my soft boiled egg. "No," he said, "you leave the egg in the cup, take the knife and cut the top half off and then scoop out the insides with the spoon."
See! I knew I was doing it wrong.

The beautiful interior of Café Central which has over 130 years of history.
There is apparently a smaller second one as well. However, I haven't scouted that one out yet.  Perhaps I will try another soft boiled egg there :).
(Note from Salzburg: I did find the second…it is now closed L) 



Really I forget the name of this resin man who sits at the entrance of the Café Central.
There is a sign next to him with his name and it says he welcomes you as the most frequent patron of the cafe
I only took his picture because I sat at a table near him. All breakfast I kept feeling liked I was being watched and every time I looked over I saw this dude.  I wasn't charmed at all.....

Next stop, because I still had time to kill, was to  k.u.k. Hofzuckerbäckerei Demel, the Imperial and Royal Court Confectionary Bakery! 

Inside Demel!  Do you see me?
A couple of interesting facts about Demel:
1) Empress Elisabeth only ordered sweets from here and had Mr. Demel personally deliver them. Her favorite dessert was a sorbet made out of violet blossom extract, spun sugar and a few drops of champagne. The violet sorbet is still served today. 
2) During the time of the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy, the waitresses were recruited from convent schools and called Demelinerinnen. The Demelinerinnen still today address the guests as they did during the time of the monarchy: “Has the lady already made a selection?” 
It was how one addressed aristocrats without being too personal and offending them. 
I felt completely non-offended ordering my delicious chocolate Demel cake (going back tomorrow for another!)


I keep seeing these little terrifying devil/monster creatures next to Santa Claus everywhere I go.  I learned that in Alpine regions this is a common companion of St. Nick, and he is called Krampusz.  His job is to punish and scare to crap out of bad children….frankly, even as a cookie he was pretty d*mn scary.


However, ranking lower on the scary scale were these guys…a basket full of yodeling ground hogs!
Oh, the streets of Vienna!!  

My hotel!  It is right outside of the Ringstrasse and across the Danube on a street that is completely being torn-up and redone.  It will be interesting going to the Opera in heels tomorrow.  I am already worried about navigating the pebbles. 
My hotel promotes that it is the oldest in Vienna at 400 years old…


My first destination this evening was Vienna’s best and most famous Weihnachtsmarkt (Christmas Market)…the Spittelberg Christmas Market.  Upon arriving, I grabbed my mug of mulled orange-apple mulled wine/punsch and started winding through the narrow cobble stone streets lined with white lights and stalls full of ornaments, local glass work, nativity scenes made in Bethlehem, wooden toys and intricately decorated gingerbread cookies.


Walking back from the Spittelberg Christmas market, I got this glimpse of the Hofburg Palace.
Uh, delightful!


Next stop was my dinner destination!
The name of the restaurant is Der Kuckuck (CooCoo!) and was located in a cozy medieval building close to Stephansplatz. It was recommended to me by a foodie friend who only used the word, “charming,” to describe it.  He hit the nail on the head! I walked in the door  and pulled back the red wool curtain that helped keep the heat from escaping to a warm room of about 10 tables and 30 coocoo clocks J.  


My heart and stomach was absolutely set on Vienna’s tradional Wiener Schitzel…so the owner order this for me.  It came with “mit petersilkartofelin” (parsley potatoes), market fresh mushrooms and the trademark slice of lemon.  I paired it with a local red wine called, Zweigelt.
The meal was delicious…I wish I could say the same for Austrian wine J.


Homemade Apfelstrudel for dessert!


Inside the Der Kuckuck (and my server!).
About every 10 minutes one of the coocoo clocks would go off…I didn’t understand the inconsistency, but looking closely at them I noticed all were set at different times J.


With a full belly and content spirit, I headed past St. Stephen Cathedral and back to my little hotel across the Danube.


“The City of Dreams”…called this because one of its great residents was the most famous interpreter of dreams, Professor Sigmund Freud.
Today, Vienna’s tourist board uses the phrase, “Vienna - Now or Never” to draw the masses…unique and a bit odd. Although I don’t entirely understand it, I am glad that I am in Vienna now.  So much awaits me in the few days ahead, the opera, the great stallions at the Spanish riding school, Gustav Klimt’s masterpieces, the famous Sacher Torte J…how could anyone ever chose “never” when it comes to such a city.  Hmmm….I guess the marketing guys may be on to something....

Friday, November 11, 2011

Oh, the Patisseries of Paris! Première Partie

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Mouthwatering displays of handmade chocolate confections, windows showing-off  their colorful fruit tartelettes, chocolate eclairs with glistening glaze, bite sized macaroons of orange, green, yellow and burgundy, baskets full of flaky pain-au-chocolat and picture perfect croissants....these are my daily temptations as I walk the rues of this beautiful city.  Sometimes I stop and just admire...or as they say in  French, "Je fais du lèche-vitrine." (Literally, it translates as, I lick the windows!)

However, this week I decided to expand my licking from windows to plates and try some of the most fabled patisseries in Paris.  Oh la la! It was no small task trying to whittle down the lists of the "best" to get to 5 that for one reason or another called my name....but I did it!  So follow me now through my path of indulgences...

***NOTE: my first stop was so special that I thought it deserved a post all by itself! :)  The others will follow! Enjoy.***

First stop, Au Dimanche a Paris.

Located on one of the cutest cobblestone streets in Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Un Dimache a Paris isn't JUST a patisserie...it is a restaurant, chocolate bar, lounge, boutique and salon de chocolate!  All creations, savory and sweet, are centered around one theme...yep, you got it! Chocolat! Heaven on earth is yet again found on the streets of Paris!
It is a relatively new "concept store" and was opened by Pierre Cluizel, the son of the famous chocolatier Michel.  He chose some of the best in the pastry and culinary fields to make Un Dimanche a feast for the eyes and taste buds.

Just a glimpse of the elegant and artistic delights...somehow I had to chose one to sample!
Vive le chef pâtissier francias!!

Everything in Un Dimanche is immaculately presented. 
 It is obvious that every detail had been thought though and that every product has been created with incredible care and great attention on the marriage of ingredients and flavors to create magic on the palette.
This picture is of the chocolate boutique where I could not only select my pastries, but also admire shelves of caramel and chocolate sauces, jars of "chocolate enrobed rosemary" beads, chocolate bars from Brazil, Ghana, Madagascar as well as other countries I haven't visited yet, yummy homemade marshmallows and candied clementines.  The Christmas tree shaped object on the counter is an advent calendar that has 24 cute little drawers that they fill with one, two or five :) pieces of chocolate...it has been years since I have done an advent calendar, but that might all change this year!

I was finally able to make my choice!
I selected their Tartelette Framboise Estragon and a chocolat and coquelicot (poppy flower) macaroon.
It was all served to me with a fork and a knife!  I didn't understand the mini-steak knife at first, but quickly realized it was there to help me elegantly eat my even more elegant pastry (otherwise that delicious cream would have been everywhere!).  I don't know how to describe my tartelette other than divine.  Really.
The chocolate macaroon was the best I have ever had, and the coquelicot macaroon was unique and light on my palette.

Served alongside my pastries was this unforgettable melange of melted Ecuadorian chocolate, cream, milk and a dash of spices presented to me in the pretty porcelain pitcher.  I wish I could lick that drip right now!
It was indeed amazing...
but the quantity was bit much for this one little person. I literally was in some sort of sugar-induced coma staring blankly at the stone wall in front of me (which also happens to be one of the 4 remaining towers that created the12th century wall around Paris! Another is in the Louvre!) after eating my tartelette, macaroons and few cups of chocolat. I don't think I moved for 20 minutes....just stared...and perhaps caused some consternation with the staff. :)
So at the caisse to pay my bill I asked my server if next time I could order a cup of the chocolat chaud as what I ordered was beaucoup.
He declared, "Bien sur!" and then proceeded to say with a bit of a grimmace, "Ah, but you didn't need to drink it all!"
What!  I know he is French and folks in his culture are able to take one bite of a dessert and then push it aside, but I am American...and a woman.  You put anything sugary, chocolate and, in this case, out of this world delicious in front of me and you can bet your mama's secret cinnamon roll recipe that I am going to devour every last bit...and then lick the plate clean. That my friend, Monsieur Frenchie, is the reason why I need to order just a cup next time! *sigh*

Before exiting this chocolate paradise, I decided to go upstairs to check out the Lounge.  I pulled back the black, velvet curtain to see plush purple and cream couches and chairs with a quaint bar in the corner...even their lounging space was yummy! I thought to myself, "I must come back here with friends." Then I let go of the curtain and headed out.  Halfway down the stairs I heard, "Madame," so I turned to face a beautiful French man with curly locks.  He asked me in French if I was looking for someone in particular. "Yes!" I thought, "You, my entire life." But all my sugar-shocked tongue could get out in English was, "Uh No, I was just looking." :(  Egads! Why am I never charming when I need to be!?  I think we were both disappointed in my response, because we both ended up turning around with our heads hanging low....he returned upstairs, me, well, I went home. *double sigh*

As a signing off note, I headed back to Un Dimanche tonight!  In the cozy lounge I read and drank their Thé au Chocolat before meeting a friend....there!  It was another deliriously good choice on my part...but really, I think it is impossible to make a bad choice there.  However, I intend to keep going back to prove if this theory is correct....someone has to!

For those who love or want to know more about Patisseries in Paris, here is an outstanding blog that I resourced for my research :) :  http://www.parispatisseries.com/

I will be dreaming patisserie tonight.....

Sunday, October 30, 2011

My Week with Victor Hugo

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MERCI BEAUCOUP!
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Since I have arrived to Paris, I have had a mild obsession with Ernest Hemingway.  I have read his books, done numerous searches about his life on the internet, read biographies on his wives, visited the places he frequented and have generally fantasized about his past daily activities and how they might differ in today's Paris.  He fascinates me.  I think it was his bold sense of adventure that I find the most intriguing and his life's tale, but I also greatly admire his diligent devotion to his art and his ability to use the simplest of words to evoke such strong images.  I also appreciate that I rarely have to use my Kindle dictionary when I read his novels J.

However, I am in France, and I also want to learn about the great authors that come out of this great nation.  To date, I have finished a few of Balzac's short stories and am now in the middle of Victor Hugo's famous, Notre Dame de Paris (or as we across the Atlantic know it as, The Hunchback of Notre Dame). The prose is decidedly different from Hemingway.  It took Hugo an entire "book" out of an 11 "book" novel to describe the city of Paris and Notre Dame during the medieval time the story takes place...something Hemingway would have undoubtedly wrapped up in 7, maybe 10, words. J But I love it!  So this week I decided to take my semi-obsessive nature and direct it to learn more about this 19th century French novelist, poet, intellect and romantic.  I retraced his paths in Paris, visited one of his homes, gasped at the famous cathedral that inspired the novel I am reading now and paid my respect at his place of final rest.

Great people all seem to have fantastical life stories...and Victor Hugo's does not disappoint.

My first stop, Victor Hugo's House in Paris!

This is the utterly charming Place des Vosges in the Marais and the site of one of Victor Hugo's homes in Paris. Hugo moved a lot during his life, but the former hotel particulier turned museum is one of 2 residences where he stayed the longest, 1832 - 1848. The second is his exile home on the Channel Island of Guernsey, 1855 - 1870.  Both of these homes are now museum's operated by La Ville de Paris, which means they are gratuitZero Euro!!) to enter!  Yet another thing to love about Paris!

Since the museum fare was free, I sprung for the 5 Euro audioguide.  I was displeased to see that it was one of those hair-smooshing, head band headsets (I much prefer the ones you just hold to your ear)...but figured a little head-set-hair was a small price to pay to get a more intimate and informed glimpse into my subject's life.
The bust in the picture is obviously of Victor Hugo.  One of his talented friends presented him this marble bust and he proudly displayed it in this reception room.
 He, his wife and their 4 children moved into this home when he was 30 years old and a year after he had published "Notre Dame de Paris" (which instantly became a raging success throughout Europe).
The portrait in the above picture is of Hugo's favorite daughter, Léopoldine. She tragically drowned at the age of 19 along with her husband of 6 months. Their boat capsized in the Seine river and the weight of her dress pulled her under. Her young husband died trying to save her. 
Victor always traveled with this portrait.

This is a portrait of Victor's mistress, Juliette Drouet.
They met in 1833 while she worked as an actress on one of his plays.
Victor's wife and childhood sweetheart, Adèle, had broken his heart by taking on one of his friends as a lover, so he was "forced" into the arms of Juliette.
There romance spanned over 50 years and spurred over 20,000 love letters! 
Can you imagine the number of text messages that would equate to nowadays!?

Victor had strong political beliefs, and in protest to the anti-parliamentary government that Louis Napoleon set up in 1851, Hugo called Napoleon a traitor and became a political exile (one of his most notable quotes of the time that caused Napoleon III angst was,  "We have had Napoleon the Great, now we have to have Napoleon the Small.")
After a few moves outside of France, he and his family...and Juilette....landed in Guernsey.
The room above was decorated completely by Victor (he even painted all those cool designs) and shows his creativity that expanded outside of the written word.  This Chinese-inspired room was created in the home for Juilette...who lived just down the street from th family.  Convenient.
It was in his home in Guernsey that he wrote one of his other most famous works, Les Miserables (1862), as well as other novels.

Second Stop, a little church called Notre Dame!

Do you see Quasimodo scaling the towers??
I looked and looked too...to no avail J.  Actually I tried to get a picture of where Quasimodo was found "one fine morning, on Quasimodo Sunday" (which, so you know, is the first Sunday after Easter).  But I couldn't figure out where the wooden box he was deposited in would have been situated L.  I thought it would be easy per the book description..."left vestibule and opposite the great image of Saint Cristopher"...but I realized very quickly I have no idea what Saint Cristopher looks like...or if he still exists in any vestibule! :)

Argh! Because I didn't climb the 400 steps to view Paris from the top of the bell towers, I don't have a very good picture of the most photographed...and cutest...gargoyle of Notre Dame.
This is the bored little guy who infinitely has his head resting in his hands as he is watching all of us tourists wait in line to get inside his home. I am sure he was a favorite of Quasi's...although at my current point in the book, he hasn't been mentioned at all.

Inside the great nave!
The popularity of Hugo's book sparked thousands of tourists to flock to Notre Dame to visit. The renewed interest in the 1163 cathedral and its architecture gave the government of Paris needed incentive to restore the then dilapidated building. 
Next year marks the 850 birthday of Notre Dame!
Another great restoration is planned...including repairing or remolding all the bells so that the toll as they did when Quasimodo had that task.  Hopefully, however, they new bell ringer will wear some ear plugs so he doesn't go deaf like his poor, deformed predecessor!

I could not post pictures of Notre Dame without capturing her text book flying buttresses...plus I also thought this picture looked kinda scarey and Halloweeny...perfect for a post a day before Halloween!

Victor's stature in his later years made me believe he may have been an ice cream fan!  So after my trip to Our Lady, I headed to the most renowned ice cream shop in Paris.  This parlor is located on the Île de Saint Louis and about a 15 minute walk from the cathedral.  As my luck would have it, the shop decided to close for "traveaux"...what! 

Ah, yes...of course there is an "Esméralda" cafe next to Notre Dame!
(She is the French gypsy girl from the novel)
In the book she is always seen with her clever goat, Djali, so I wonder if The Esmeralda cafe serves lots of chevre! :) 
I know, "Cheesy, Jen!".  I couldn't resist :)!

Final stop, the Panthéon.

I ended my week with Victor Hugo at this grand structure where he was interred.
Throughout Victor's life he advocated for many social and moral changes.  He championed against the death penalty, for more rights for women and children as well as the plight of the poor (Les Miserables was written to display the social misery and injustice of his time).  In fact, in his last will he expressed the following, "I leave 50,000 francs to the poor, and want to be buried in their hearse."
When he died in Paris on May 22, 1885 (he had returned from his exile in 1870), he was indeed put in a pauper's coffin. However, a funeral procession starting from the Arc de Triomphe followed by 2 million people took him to his final place of rest amongst other VIPs from his homeland, the Panthéon.
Here, with the likes of Alexandre Dumas and Marie Curie, this national hero, literary genius and great political philosopher of his day lays eternally.

As a note, when Victor died in 1885 he was only survived by one of his children, Adèle.  His mistress, Juliette, had died 2 years earlier and his wife had died in 1868.  Adèle, the youngest of his children, had been admitted to an insane asylum in the 1870s after Hugo's return to Paris.  It was thought she had been driven mad by an unrequited love.  There is an interesting article from The New York Times detailing more on the mystery of her insanity. It was published in 1915, a few days after her death.  Here is a link:

Not only did she inspire a great, classic novel and a Disney movie...but now this blog post!J

What a week! And what a talented, inspiring and brilliant man!  I was a pleasure getting to know Victor Hugo better...

Now I need to snuggle in bed and finish Notre-Dame de Paris! Quasi awaits me.... Bonne Nuit and Happy Halloween!

Victor Hugo

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Occupy Hemingway Bar at the Ritz Paris

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MERCI BEAUCOUP!
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Right now in my home country an ongoing demonstration is taking place in a private park in the financial district of lower Manhattan. You may have heard of it....Occupy Wall Street. Over the past 28 days the movement has spread across the great US of A, and is also said to be trickling into other countries (although no word of an "Occuper Paris" encore).  From what I understand, the grievances of the protestors run the gamut from global warming to high gas prices to corporate greed and financial inequality.  Their mantra, "We are the 99%"...which is a distinction from 1% of the richest individuals in America.

Since I am clearly also part of the 99% and largely not a fan of corruption in general :), I thought I would show my solidarity and support for my country men’s right to express their discontent by doing a little occupying of my own right here in Paris!  However, my occupation will decidedly not be in a park nor will witty hand held signs, tarps or port-a-potties be involved.  In fact, I am not going to take to the street at all...I am headed to the most famous bar in the world, Bar Hemingway at the Ritz Hotel in Paris.  My occupation will be a bar stool watching the world famous bartender, Colin Field, mix custom cocktails for guests who likely are in the 1%.....ah, c'est la vie!

The front of the Ritz in the beautiful Place Vendôme...which is one of my favorite places in Paris.
I took this picture right before I walked in...so as you can see last night was an absolutely lovely evening.

Just walking into the Ritz is a treat. Upon entrance I was greeted with a myriad of smiles and "Bonsoir, Madame!" from all the men and women in their perfectly pressed uniforms. Bar Hemingway is located on the other side of the hotel which allowed me my own personal escort, a fresh faced, adorable young French man and Ritz guest relation employee, to guide me from the front part of the hotel through "Temptation Gallery" and then finally to my destination.

A slendid fall flower arrangement near the front of the hotel
Immediately after this display, my escort and I turned left into the never ending Temptation Gallery...

...which was lined with many display cases like above, all dazzling and sparkling with their gold gilded or diamond encrusted luxury, must-have items. One case even displayed the Ritz's private label champagne that they serve in their bars and restaurants and sometimes leave for guests in their room. I asked my escort if I should come find him if I decide that I want something at 2am...he smiled and hesitantly said, "yeah." I winked at him back. :)

At last I arrived!  It was about 8pm when I stepped into the cozy, wood paneled bar which use to be a favorite hangout for its namesake (who also lived at the Ritz for a spell).  It was busier than I expected for the dinner hour, but I spotted an open stool at the bar...my stool! I asked the woman who greeted me, whose name later I learned was Caroline, if I could take that seat. Bien sur was her reply, and within moments of becoming situated, maître in his field and grand host, Monsieur Colin, begin working his charm and mixology magic on me.  Occupy Bar Hemingway had officially commenced! 

"Welcome to our small bar!" Colin said as I was taking off my coat.
"Thank you." I replied, "You may be small, but your reputation is big."
"You are very kind." He responded with a gentle smile.

And then before I had time to consider a drink or find the hook under the bar to place my coat, the Dominican woman from Texas next to me began talking to me NON-STOP!  Don't get me wrong, she was lovely...and I think just sooooo excited to be in Paris and at Bar Hemingway...but wow, I am not sure she took time to breathe between sentences.  I sat there listening trying to be polite and interested, but so wanted instead to take a moment to soak in my surroundings...and, well, order a drink.  Colin is famous for creating perfection in a glass based on what you feel like...I was feeling a little suffocated at the moment. I wonder what that drink would taste like?  Colin noticed the dispair and thirst in my eyes, and came over to hand me a note. I tilted my head side ways and looked at it.  He told me to open it.  Inside it read, "Don't worry you will get a drink SOON!"  Ah, now I know why he is the best in the world!

He further sealed his reputation for me when he came back and proceeded to tell me what I liked and didn't like in a drink.  He must have made the assessment off my look and demeanor...because at that point we hadn't exchanged too many words.  He noted I didn't like drinks that were too sweet or with alcohol that was too strong.  Rather I preferred champagne cocktails or cocktails with citrus notes. He then began to animatedly describe in wonderful and extravagent detail three custom creations he thought I would like.  I just sat there looking starry eyed once he wrapped up the description of drink option #3 which was a cocktail with a flavor he described as "biting through the skin of an almost ripe pear to reach the tender, white succulent flesh."  Uh, one of those please.

Colin wouldn't let me take a picture of the picture-perfect beverage which was dressed up with a beautiful red rose, because apparently people have gotten a bit out of control with picture taking in the bar (although by the end of the night I was taking pictures of everything...so perhaps it is an early evening rule!). But a picture won't capture the flavor anyway, which was perfectly balanced between pear, apple and a soupçon of lime over grey goose vodka. Melody in glass! However, the most sublime drink at Bar Hemingway is their signature drink and problably Colin's chef-d'œuvre, The Serendipity.  It is a magical mix of mint leaves, a touch of sugar, calvados, apple juice and Ritz champagne served in a high ball glass (still dressed in a flower if you are a dame!).  I was introduced to this, what is now probably my new favorite drink, later in the evening when Colin introduced me to another lone bar attendee, Kelil...perhaps he had seen my OBH fliers :), Ha! (OBH = Occupy Bar....oh, you get it!)

The Serendipity!!
And some of the bar's interior.
Colin has decorated much of the walls with his personal items (there are some antelors from some of his hunts in South Africa) and still hang about 20 photos that Heminway took himself.

Once he learned I was in Paris to learn French, Colin became very interested and inventive in ways for me to practice my French (Colin is an Englishman, but speaks several languages fluently...he has been at Bar Hemingway since 1994).  He guessed that I was an equestrian rider (seriously the man is amazing) and recommended I take some riding classes at L'Ecole Madrid on the outskirts of Paris.  There, he said, no one speaks English...and you will have to speak French...which is indeed the key.  I was intrigued by the idea as well as one of his other ideas...take fencing classes! He offered to introduce me to a friend of his who teaches...and, yep, only speaks French.  Might be kinda fun! However, more immediately he got me to start conversing with a very nice French-Lebonese man sitting next to me who is living in French Guiana, Kelil, who spoke limited English and was a regular guest at the hotel.  It was great fun and practice...and before the night was over Kelil and I were also friends with the couple from Georgia, Annie and Matt, next to us as well as the lawyer from Michigan, Mark.

4 flowers means I was ordered 4 drinks...but I had ample help consuming them!
BUT that doesn't mean I was able to rise with the chickens this morning. In fact, I probably got up around the same time as all my friends in Seattle...and it is a weekend there!!!! :)))))

This is me being artistic at 2am :)
My new friends, Kelil and Mark, are still widly animated in the background for this hour!
And since we didn't have a chance to say good-bye to Colin last night...we are all going back tonight!
My new favorite drink awaits!!!

Although my occupation my not have been as long and steadfast as my counterparts in NYC, I did my best and my goal was accomplished...I made new friends, spoke French and had intersting discussions with interesting people about life and politics in a beloved Paris bar.  I hope the participants of Occupy in the US feel as satisfied as I do once their occupation ends as well.

Occupy Bar Hemingway is officially complete!  Now I need to figure out what I am going to wear when I go back there tonight...just as a patron though...not an occupier!  Bisous a tout!

UPDATE: The magic continued the second night.  Kelil and I met at Bar Heminway (alas Mark was a no show!).   Kelil also invited some of his friends from French Guiana, an executive from Renault,  his beautiful Brazilian wife and their adorable 10 year old daughter.  We shared drinks and conversation at the Ritz before heading to the new Mandarin Oriental hotel and their restaurant, Camelia.  French was the dominating language for the evening (although Angela, the beautiful Brazilian wife, and I would communicate in Spanish), and I couldn't have been more pleased to be part of the group...even if my conversational input was limited.  They were so warm, so welcoming and so patient :)...and I could tell Kelil was quite pleased about all the French he was exposing me to :). The evening's highlight for me was when the little girl wouldn't stop giving me hugs when it came time to say good-bye back at the Ritz. Wonderful!  Kelil and I wrapped up the evening at another one of Paris' palace hotels, The Park Hyatt.  We recalled the highlights of our last 2 evenings together over a final glass of champagne, and then said our good-byes.  He had to leave for home in the morning.

....another incredible evening and experience in this city that always leaves me breathless.