Déjà Vu

 

A month later, we returned to France for our mensiversary. We went for supper. We arrived at 9 AM at Orly, checked into the Grand Hôtel St Michel and made reservations for dinner at La Tour d’Argent.

The restaurant was not far from the hotel, but it was drizzling rain so we hailed a taxi. The driver dropped us at the restaurant minutes after picking us up. I asked him, What’s the fare?” He said, “Rien, monsieur, c’est un cadeau;" nothing m'sieur, it's a gift. Who says, "Parisiens are rude?" We were in the city of love. La tour d’argent has been one of the premier restaurants in Paris for many years. It sports a magnificent view of Notre Dame Cathedral. In fact, the restaurant paid for the lights that illuminate the jewel of Gothic architecture at night. 

Naturally, we ordered the specialty of the house, “Caneton Tour d’Argent”, pressed duck. A viselike press is used to press the blood from a duck carcass. The blood is then combined with duck consommé, Madeira and cognac to make a sublime sauce. We shared a bottle of Mumm’s Cordon Rouge and enjoyed a delicious soufflé à l'orange for dessert. The next morning, we hopped a plane back to Chicago. Thanks to the incredible discount we enjoyed on Air France, our $75 meal cost more than our airfare.

A month after our mensiversary dinner, Air France sent me to a training class in Paris. Rather than stay at a hotel at the airport where the class took place, I opted to go into the city. I found the Bijou, a tiny, no-star hotel in the rue Daguerre. The view from the window was not especially inspiring.

The hotel was just around the corner from Place Denfert-Rochereau, the terminus for the bus from the airport.

Claudia joined me for the weekend. We enjoyed the street market in the rue Daguerre and spent time in sidewalk cafés watching the world go by.

We did go to Versailles and had lunch where Claudia ordered Julia Child’s first and most favorite meal in France, sole meunière. Claudia was a bit intimidated because the fish wasn’t fileted. The waiter showed her how to filet the fish with a spoon. Our Métro ride out to Versailles took us past Pont Alexandre bridge. This bridge connects the Champs-Élysées section of Paris to the Invalides, Eiffel Tower district. It is considered the most ornate bridge in Paris and connects the Champs-Élysées section of Paris to the Invalides-Eiffel Tower district. 

Paris is for honeymoons

 

Shortly after returning home I was living in Chicago where I went to graduate school. Eventually I answered a want ad for an international airline looking for personnel. It turned out to be Air France, the national airline of France. I was hired. Two years later, Claudia  (my first wife, now deceased) and I were married and we honeymooned in Paris. We spent one night at the opulent hotel George V which we couldn’t afford under normal circumstances but my Dad paid for one night (for which I hesitantly asked a discount for Air France employees!). The room was very large and overlooked a classic courtyard.

We moved to the Méridien, a more modern but less expensive hotel, for the rest of our trip. Our room there also looked out on a courtyard; a decidedly less classic courtyard. 

Enjoying the City of Light with another person made the city even more enjoyable. The sights and sounds took on new excitement.

A memorable moment occurred when we dined at a small restaurant. We ordered “Lapin à la style mon grand-père”, apparently a dish the chef enjoyed when his grandfather made it. It was very good but I was flattered beyond all measure when the waiter asked, “What part of France are you from, monsieur?” I can imagine him going back to the kitchen saying to the chef, “Eh Jacques, I ‘ave zees américain who sink ‘e speak français. So I ask heem, “weesh part of la France you come from?” Ha-ha, Jacques I get beeg teep, oui?”

While the experience at that restaurant was memorable it was eclipsed by another restaurant. Years earlier, when I was a Peace Corps volunteer, I read a short article about La Colombe in National Geographic. I was taken away by the photos of this picturesque restaurant. It rested on foundations laid when Paris was called Lutetia by the Romans who occupied the site on Île de la cité. In 1225, a dilapidated house rested on the site. A sculptor lived there and he had 2 pet doves which he fed. At some point, the house fell into complete ruin and the doves were trapped beneath the rubble. The male dove managed to escape and he kept his mate alive with seeds and water from the nearby Seine. His loyalty attracted the aid of people in the neighborhood who managed to remove the debris from the trapped bird. 

In time a new structure was built on the old foundations and in the 16^th century and a bistro was established there, one of the oldest bistros in Paris. The doves were memorialized in a frieze above the door.

This bistro became known as La Colombe and was a quaint little restaurant. It’s outdoor seating , shaded by vines and greenery was a visual delight and was what I fell in love with. Inside was tiny and very dark and romantic. We had "Truite Amandine" for what was our first and last meal at La Colombe.

A couple of years later the restaurant closed and the establishment was turned into a wine shop. Anyway, the honeymoon, like all honeymoons, I guess, was way too short. So we flew back to Chicago and began planning our next trip to Paris.