Sunday mornings is as quiet as Paris gets--shops are closed, car traffic is minimal. This is evident on my stroll on Ile St. Louis. I head for action at my favourite Parisian market: Sundays at Bastille. If only I had a kitchen to cook up some chanterelles and artichokes. I buy a kilo of blood oranges instead. Place des Vosges is nearby--great for a few minutes repose. Today's agenda: Mondrian and the de Stijl exhibit at Georges Pompidou. This is the perfect antidote to the rain--bright reds and blues on white. This will be the inspiration for my next mosaic project. I am starving after 2 1/2 hours of the exhibit. I lucked out--there is a vegetarian restaurant nearby, le Potager du Marais--deliciously prepared meal with much thought to nutrition. So far, this is the best vegetarian restaurant I've come across in France.
I head back to Georges Pompidou for the permanent collection. Lots of Leger is hanging today, which pleases me to no end. I take a quick tour of the Brancusi workshop to end the day.
I toy with the idea of returning to le Potager but opt for a filling falafel in the Jewish quarters instead. I could easily just head to bed but force myself to go out once again. I wander across Pont des Arts to the 6ieme. I browse in the Meilleur Ouvrier de France shops along St. Germain. After Kings of Pastry, I have a new appreciation for the spread before me.
Bateaux-Mouches sail along the Seine, lighting up monuments along the bank. Teenagers practise their trick blading repertoires. Notre Dame looms ahead.
I walk back to home base. I do have an early start tomorrow.
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