Saturday was a long day, a travel day. Our four-hour flight from Reykjavik to Paris was smooth and uneventful, and we were met at the airport by a driver arranged through our apartment rental company. We rented a one-bedroom flat in the 5th arrondissement on the Left Bank. We were immediately charmed by it: wide-plank hardwood floors, five floor-to-ceiling windows in the corner living room, 5th (4th in France) story views of the neighborhood. The kitchen is complete with a washer/dryer combo and an oven/microwave combo, so French.
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| Matt had no trouble getting comfortable in our Paris flat. |
We settled right into the flat and decided to stay in for the evening, but we needed food. So I ventured out and inadvertantly stumbled on the rue Mouffetard street market...a narrow cobblestone street lined with every sort of vendor: frommagerie, boulangerie, charcuterie, chocolatier. I came home laden with fresh (still warm) baguettes, brie, camembert, chevre, poulet roti, jambon serrano, fresh eggs, raspberries and figs. It may have been one of the best dinners I've had.
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| So many cafes, how to choose? |
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