Three Days In Paris. Leave the “Chic” At Home and Enjoy Being a Flaneuse!

On The Way There and Day One

Bonaparte and I have returned from a three-day in Paris.  Why only three days?  Well, I’m working now and getting time off from work isn’t easy.  In addition, due to the change of flight plans last summer because of one of many Air France strikes, we had a credit that had to be used by December 28th.  It all worked out because we were able to see the premiere of “Demain tout Commence”, a film that Bonaparte’s cousin directed.  Bonaparte was also able to take care of some family business and I was able to hone in on my skills as a flaneuse.


Our personal invite to the Avant Premiere at the Rex theatre.  It was fun! But this film was so damned great!  You’ll read more about it on “Day Two”! I will say that I am in love with Omar Sy!

So grab a café crème. Or a cuppa tea. Or a nice stiff drink and come along with me on my latest visit to my favorite city—Paris! (I’ll be adding some tips for you too!)

The weather was nice and sunny as we made our way from Philadelphia to JFK airport in New York.  We gave ourselves a ton of time because it was the Saturday after Thanksgiving. And while children may have visions of sugarplums this time of year, I had visions of backed-up traffic on the PA Turnpike, the NJ Turnpike and the Belt Parkway.


Oh yay. We were quite lucky as we exited the Verrazano Bridge to the Belt. No traffic. At all!

TIP:  If you live in the tri-state area and are traveling to France or any other country in Europe, think about flying from JFK. The flights are cheaper and the long-term parking is a steal at less than twenty bucks a day! 

Luckily, we hit no traffic whatsoever and made it to JFK in record time. This gave us plenty of time to find a great parking spot just feet from the Howard Beach Station for the AirTrain.


Travel tip!  Wanna remember where you parked? Take pictures!!!  I took a photo of the station  where we parked our car for long-term parking. I also took a photo of the row we were in. Makes life just a little bit easier!

The airport was empty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any airport this desolate during the daytime! Checking in was a cinch and stress-free.


I honestly do not know where all the passengers on our booked flight came from because this is basically what JFK’s terminal looked like. Nobody there!

And then there was the plane.  We were on an Airbus……. And the plane was packed. I know why. This was the smoothest and quietest plane ride I’ve ever been on. And the service was incredible. But more about that on my return home.


We were on the top section of the plane and it was, hands down, the smoothest flight I’ve ever been on!

We arrived at CDG after a restful and comfortable flight.  We both slept. And that meant a full day of walking around the City.  Sunday morning at the airport was quiet and reality slapped us in the face as we approached the customs line.  It was long and still not as bad as the lines in the summer.  Besides, after exiting and heading to the baggage claim area, Bonaparte’s massive suitcase was waiting for us!

The cab ride into City Centre was great. No traffic. I swear we need to land in Paris on Sunday morning from now on.

It’s so weird. I’m not jaded when I write this but that “butterflies-in-your-stomach” feeling of excitement no longer hits me when I arrive in Paris.  Instead, I get that slightly “anxious” feeling. More akin to the feeling you get when going home after a long stretch of time—you just want to get there.

Paris is so sleepy on Sunday morning! Those who celebrated and enjoyed life the night before are now indoors taking it slow and easy.

We got to the Hotel Prince de Conti, which is now our go-to for small visits.  Any visit a week or longer and it’s time to rent an apartment. Anyway, the room wasn’t ready –obviously since it was early in the morning. But we dropped our stuff off and headed out for breakfast.


You can’t get a better deal on a hotel than at the Prince de Conti. The location is fabulous..and…


the lobby is incredibly comfy and charming. The staff is great!!!


Our room, although small was comfortable, immaculate and perfect for our needs!

We decided our first morning adventure would be to check out the courtyard at Danièle’s old apartment building for old time’s sake.  Bonaparte entered the code and much to our dismay, the code had been changed.  It was more like an omen of sorts. It was like Danièle’s spirit was telling us that we needed to move on.

And so we did.  My blogger friend Elizabeth, of The Vintage Contessa, asked if I would snap a photo of the Wallace Fountain on the corner of Pont Neuf. And so I did!!


Photobombed by a thirsty Frenchman enjoying his water from this Wallace Fountain on Pont Neuf and Rue Des Grands-Augustins. I’m looking a bit tired here. Perhaps it is due to lack of sleep and just getting off a plane!


A better view of the fountain!

And at that moment, things began to brighten up!  We walked up Rue Dauphine to head over to Rue de Buci to fuel our bodies.  The streets were becoming lively and we were entertained by an older man who was zooming down the street on his motor bike singing an aria, allegro, at the top of his lungs. I couldn’t get my camera out quick enough and he was gone in a second—his booming voice and flash of long white hair behind him.

We had another surprise as we entered Café Buci; the florist that was across the street was no longer there. Replacing it was a modern, slick, trendy restaurant. We always stopped at that florist to get flowers for Danièle—it was another sign telling us a part of our lives was over.


Le Yum. Le Yum!  Breakfast at Cafe Buci!  Cafe Creme and croissant!  What could be better?

We walked and walked and walked some more!


We passed our old neighborhood hangout, Bistrot Saint Andre.  The place where everyone knows your name–kind of like a French Cheers!


We walked along the Seine near Daniele’s old apartment and took photos of Pont Neuf..


Enjoying the quiet Sunday morning…


…while freezing!

My skills as a flaneuse were improving by the minute.  So was my skill to be able to walk in the bitter cold without a winter coat and be able to enjoy myself!


Look how beautiful the color of the building just plays so well against the daylight!

  It was cold! Now mind you, I’ve been to Paris in the middle of winter and it wasn’t as cold as this late November day was.  Luckily I had gloves and a hat in my bag!


We headed over to Place Dauphine, which, during the summer months is always lively and full of activity….


On this Sunday morning–and late morning, Place Dauphine was quiet!

Since it was Sunday. And cold, we headed over to Notre Dame.  I had visions of entering into the Cathedral for some warmth. Just like Mary in the stable on Christmas Eve! Any thought of entering was erased when we spotted the line to get into the church.


The sun was shining, but didn’t warm things up. We walked over to Notre Dame..


..wait. Why do people tell me they are afraid to visit Paris because it is dangerous? Excuse me–these guys, aka, military eye candy are  at all heavily-populated areas.  You do not want to mess with these guys.  Paris is safer than the gun-crazed USA!


I was thinking about going to Mass but when I saw THIS line, I figured it was easier to be a sinner!

Bonaparte suggested walking over to Saint-Séverin over in the Latin Quarter.  And so we did!


And on the way, food was calling me.  I wanted to stop and grab a little snack..


The signs were making me hungry…


This guy tried to make my thighs wider by inviting me in for pizza–as a paying customer!


As an aside–Paris has some great cheap eats.  Little side streets and passages are chock-full of inexpensive–and good places to fill your tummy!


We arrived at the beautiful and centuries-old Saint-Severin

The ancient church is beautiful and Bonaparte was happy snapping pictures.  The scent of the church alone sent me into a swoon.  Incense—actually Frankincense wafted through and brought me back to my school days of having to sit through Benediction on Friday afternoons during lent.  It’s one of the smells that I truly love and adore—and I wish a perfume maker would create a scent that smelled like it. It could simply be called “Church”. I’d make it my signature scent!  I’m rambling.


Before Mass.  The church filled up quickly…


The lighting and stained glass really added to the beauty of this Church. The detail was so beautiful…


A nice place to just sit and reflect..


Perhaps light a candle at one of the many altars…


..or collect thoughts or pray….


..or just admire the stained glass. And ignore the “date” stamp that I couldn’t seem to get rid of on my camera!

Anyway, Mass was about to start and no way was I leaving!  I think the weather got colder because with Bonaparte at Mass, Hell must’ve frozen over!  The Mass in French was beautiful.  The cantor, who was blind, was following in Braille and he had a voice that could make angels faint from being overcome with emotion. The acoustics of the centuries-old house of worship were fantastic. His voice was beautiful—and with the accompanying organ, I felt as though I was at a very classy concert.

It wasn’t hard to follow the Mass either.  Many familiar words and phrases appeared and disappeared.  And receiving Communion was very old-school with the priest resting the host on my tongue.  It really was a fulfilling experience.


We made our way back to the hotel…


..while snapping photos on the desolate streets!

We slowly made our way back to the hotel and by the time we arrived there, the room was ready.   So we quickly dropped our stuff off in the room, changed and headed out walking along the seine to…


Boats along the Seine.  Hey. I hope they are heated!


We spotted a dog on a skateboard. Surprisingly, skateboarding was pretty popular with the mid-twenty crowd!


We walked over to the Louvre..and this is where Bonaparte had enough of the cold so we snagged a cab over to …

The Christmas Markets!!champs-elysee-in-the-cold

Yeah.  The cab ride took about a minute. We could have hoofed it!


The Christmas Markets!  Quite possibly, the most incredible Parisian experience of all time!

I simply cannot contain my joyful glee when writing about this long stretch of kiosks and makeshift chalets along the Champs-Élysées. Forget about anything chic or elegant. Oh no. This is Paris at its most tacky.  This is Paris without the smoke and mirrors. This is normal people Paris.  And it was epic, epic greatness. It was total. Just. Total!!


I saw Uncle Sam. He told me he would return to the USA after Trump is no longer President.  I’m with Sam!


In the City of Lights–and elegance and style, THIS sight made me realize that even chic gets thrown out the window..


Check out the kid in the bungee thingy over the trampoline!  I laughed for ten minutes at this sight!


They aren’t real Bison. This was part of a very unusual Christmas zoo with pretend animals…


..such as this fabric Moose and stuffed tiger..


..and what child wouldn’t be filled with Christmas magic at the sight of these happy-go-lucky dinosaurs!


Those bloggers and writers who insist upon Parisian chic as a constant? Non!  This is the real Paris. These are the real Parisians.  They are freezing their derrieres off. They are not thinking of elegance nor are they thinking of French chic. They are thinking of hot wine and heavy socks!


One of the more classier Christmas chalets..


I have absolutely no idea why this bear was randomly displayed nor do I understand why grown men had their photo with this display.


At least the snow people were dressed for the occasion!


My favorite chalet had all sorts of stack dolls!


This–and nothing but cheese–is heaven on earth!

I was in my glories.  Bonaparte was not.  It wasn’t until we entered into a little chalet where the cute young Frenchmen were adorned with medieval style aprons that Bonaparte brightened up.  He was given a sample of foie gras and truffled fromage.  Bonaparte also lit up because he was, once again, in the comfort of animated conversation in his native language.   Things became more entertaining as I sampled the foie gras because I excitedly said a bit loud, and in my New Yawk accent, “Oh my gawd, this is so friggin’ great!!”  Some more French was exchanged between Bonaparte and the musketeers and Bonaparte laughed as he later told me that the young men were surprised to find out I was American because I was so well-dressed! I’m gonna take that as a compliment. Especially since I was freezing my ass off in a blazer, jeans, boots, a turtleneck and a scarf while the rest of Paris was warm and toasty in their puffy coats and jackets!


The foie gras guy!  Bonaparte had a good time in this place. I’m loving the deer head and the apron. This was fun!!!!

I found another Wallace Fountain in the bowels of the market. And I decided that I would try to find as many of these watering holes as I could during our short stay.


I felt bad that this Wallace Fountain was relegated to the bowels of the Christmas Market!  But I felt good that I discovered another Wallace Fountain!

We also took this opportunity to scout out the Fnac location on this broad Avenue.  Just as Bonaparte was about to give up the search, I spotted a man with a Fnac bag. I gently tapped him on the shoulder and in my best French asked him where the store was.


I have no idea how, but one of the passages literally had a window to the Louvre.  There’s so much more to “Louvre” when you wander around aimlessly!

Two minutes later Bonaparte and I were in the warmth of the store.  We picked up a couple of things and were off again!

Two CD’s I picked up.  Jane Birkin has the greatest whisper-singing voice of all time. And the soundtrack of Notre-Dame de Paris is incredible. Garou is Quasimodo. If you get the chance to see this, by all means do–the music is moving.


Bonaparte picked up two movies.  Les Tricheurs–one of his favorites from his teen years and Rabbi Jacob–his cousin Zazi played the doomed groom. Rabbi Jacob is one of the funniest movies thanks to Louis de Funes

We walked back to the hotel and I thanked God that I had warm socks on my feet to keep my little toes warm.


We made our exit and walked back to the hotel.

  The Eiffel Tower was in the distance and looked gray against the darkening sky.  It was too early for the lights and too late for the sun to shine on the symbol of Paris.  And no. I did not bother to snap a photo. I have hundreds.  I just wanted to get back to the heated hotel room!


The sun was starting to set. And let me tell you–the days in Paris are a lot shorter than here. But the good thing is that you get to take cool photos like this!

Back at the hotel we rested a bit before heading out to dinner at Vincent’s cousin, Jean Denis and his wife Marie’s apartment.


The courtyard at Jean Denis and Marie’s apartment.  That’s one of the crazy-great things about Paris apartments–they all have these magnificent courtyards!  

Jean Denis and Marie are the two people we always have a great time with.  Dinner was fun and animated as we all had lively conversation of our times with Daniele and books and just about every topic under the sun!

My diet was thrown aside as we enjoyed saucisson wrapped in brioche, wine, poulet, wine, salade, and more wine.


A late night cab ride back to the hotel and it was lights out for the two of us!  We had an ambitious day of doing nothing!

When we arrived back at the hotel, slumber came easy.  Our first day in Paris was spent doing nothing—and everything!!

To be continued tomorrow….Demain tout commence!

Here’s a sampling of my Jane Birkin CD.  “Ex Fan des Sixties”–this song is greatness. I’ve been listening to it for years on French radio.  I love this because it is slightly campy and at the same time great! And she mentions Jimi Hendrix–what’s not to love??


About Catherine

Far from perfect, but enjoying life as a non-perfect and flawed individual at 60 years young. I'm still wondering what I'll be when I grow up! The characters in my life's screenplay include my better half. He is a refined Frenchman who grew up in Paris and summered in St. Tropez. I grew up in Long Island and summered in Long Island. I am not refined. My three grown children are also a big part of my life. For their sake, they happily live where their careers have taken them! But I can still mother them from a distance! I write about the mundane. I write about deeply shallow issues. But whatever I write or muse about--it'll always be a bit on the humorous and positive side! It's all good!
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23 Responses to Three Days In Paris. Leave the “Chic” At Home and Enjoy Being a Flaneuse!

  1. irene says:

    I enjoyed your first day in Paris,,,,I was there on that day last year, luckily our weather was a little milder. Jane Birkin’s voice reminds me of Claudine Longet who I admired years ago. Looking forward to reading your next few days in the city that stole my heart.

    • Catherine says:

      Irene! THAT’S WHO JANE BIRKEN”S VOICE REMINDS ME OF!! Claudine Longet–I loved her song “Hello, Hello”! This 2-CD collection is so great. I’m starting the morning off by hitting the keyboard to write about the next two days! Glad you are enjoying!!! XOXOXOXO

  2. jackietyson says:

    Thank you for sharing!!! Love your photos and reading about how you spent your first day walking around taking it all in! It’s exactly what I do whenever I return to Paris. I’m counting down to my next visit in January. Your pictures just made me smile!!! Can’t wait to read about day two!!!

    • Catherine says:

      Bonjour Jackie! So glad you are diggin’ my wanderings around Paris. I didn’t even get to wander around Rue de Rennes. I tell you, doing nothing is incredibly ambitious! I’m jealous of your return trip–trust me, I think the weather will be warmer for you next month than it was last week!! XOXOXOXO!!!

  3. Q.D says:

    A number of years ago I took a broken heart to Paris, where it snowed on me, in April! One of my many talents is traveling to places during unusual weather events!

    • Catherine says:

      Hi Q.D. Oh. We had the pleasure of snow in Paris a few years back and it was fun!!! Personally, I kind of like Paris better when the weather is gray and colder rather than in the middle of the summer when the canicule strikes. I was shocked that this was the first time in over 14 visits that I’ve never needed an umbrella!!! I hope your heart mended!!! XOXOXOXOXO!!!

  4. hipchick66 says:

    Welcome home! I love the way you write about your trips to France because you make the rest of us feel as if we are there with you! Oh and the Christmas Market…how wonderfully kitschy!!

    • Catherine says:

      Hi Lori. OMG. I LOVE Kitch! It just makes me happy and the markets were such a fantastic contrast between Parisian chic. I would go back to those markets every year if I could. Bonaparte would not. He had never been to one while he lived in Paris. WTF????? XOXOXOXO!!!

  5. Yolanda Baird says:

    Love, love, love! I’m smiling at all your pictures, especially the Christmas market ones. They bring back all the wonderful memories of Christmas in Europe. And I think they bring back all the wonders of being a child at Christmas. This post is such a treat and I can hardly wait for the next installment. I’m so glad you got to go, and share it with us.

  6. The thing That I miss most from France when I was In the states is the food and wine plus the beautiful Patrimoine that we have. I am glad you had fun.

    • Catherine says:

      Hi Dude. Oh. we had a ton of fun. Paris and NYC are my two favorite cities because of their comfort zones. I’m incredibly comfortable in Paris and when I’m there I feel like I”m home. Three days went way too fast!!! XOXOXOXO!!!

  7. Margaret says:

    So glad you had a nice time in Paris, even if it was bittersweet. I love the European Christmas Markets, never been to any but I love watching the PBS shows about them. Maybe someday I’ll get to one. I also love the smell of frankincense and would totally buy some “Church ” perfume, lol!

    • Catherine says:

      Hi Margaret. Yeah. The visit was bittersweet, but it was also a new beginning in that its time to move on from what was to what is now–and now is pretty darn good! But oh..the smell of that Church is just so swoonworthy!!! XOXOXOXO!!

  8. Peg Burke says:

    Dear fun Catherine, I am sooo happy to have discovered your blog and have neeever written to anyone in blogland but to you I must! I love French things, I’m a Northeast PA gal and although I’ve been to Paris most of my travels are lived vicariously through my children or armchair travel reads. I have enjoyed reading so many of your posts but would like to know how you met Bonaparte (or refer me to a post where you may have told the story?) I am looking forward to ‘traveling with you’ on your next two days in Paris! Yours, Peggy, a happy fan

  9. JulietC says:

    A gorgeous post and I am so with you on bringing out a perfume called Church!!! I love frankincense, it is just one of those smells isn’t it – which has got me thinking about winter fragrances/perfumes, I reckon you need to give us one of those some time young lady! (please and thank you in advance and sorry for bossing you about 🙂 ). We have the Christmas markets here in Scotland too – they seem to have come over from Europe and are a great tat-fest, really great for a good nosey and wander about of a lunch time. As the weather gets colder you need warm feet – so I like my thick socks and doc martens at this time of year, I am eyeing up some midnight blue velvet ones – but the daughter is appalled at the merest notion of them, makes me want them even more 😉

    • Catherine says:

      Hi Juliet. Thank you for not making me feel alone in my love for the smell of Church!!! You are not being bossy because I do have a new scent that I picked up at the airport!!!! LOL!! Yes. My daughter also has definite ideas of how I should dress at times too!!! XOXOXOXO!!!

  10. PresDuLac says:

    Roaming the streets of Paris is what I do when I go.
    The only ‘tourist’ thing I do is go to the ET at least once each trip but from the Trocadéro side of it. I usually enjoy my view from Café du Trocadéro with chacuterie and wine or beer.
    As for incense and church…. j’adore aussi! I bought Diptyque’s Un Encens Étoilé (Sparkling Incense) candle last week – so lovely.
    I meant to go here on my last trip for these fragrances alone but didn’t make it – there’s a perfume shop called Nose in the 2eme that sells Sauf Fragrances.
    From the designer’s description: “In the cathedral, there’s a tight bond between the organ and the incense. They unite the senses, one through hearing and the other through smell. The SAUF perfumes speak mystically of incense and have associations with the organ music of the Notre-Dame Cathedral.”

    • Catherine says:

      Oh Presdulac. I wish I had known about Nose before we left. I would have made it a point to go there. I’m telling you, that church smell drives me crazy–and in a great way. I think the best way to see Paris is really through doing nothing and letting the city guide you!! XOXOXOXO. (I’m checking out sauf’s site now!)

  11. Missy says:

    Frankincense, sausages and Claudine Longet – you are City Guide extraordinaire! Love your blog as you always make me smile and remember.

  12. calensariel says:

    You always make everything seem like such an adventure. That’s a gift you have! 😀

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