The march to ice cream heaven
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Once again no alarm, woke up to the fiery ball in the sky shining into the apartment, birds chirping quietly and the whistling of the postman as he clicks his feet together as he passes the street. Haha, not quite i stole the last bit from a movie but when you’re on holiday everything just seems to be perfect.
Today no set plans, although Paris buddy is keen to show me the Paris that he has so deeply fallen in love with.
We start with a gentle walk to Bastille hoping to catch the arts market. When we reach the stretch it is about 11.30am and there are quite a few selections of stalls open for business. There are a varied selection of pictures, paintings, photos, jewelry and other pieces. The vendors are happy for you to peruse their collection with no pressure to buy. There are few consumers paying any attention to the market at all. Most people are out enjoying the pleasant weather, having a snack or spot of lunch.
We jumped on the metro from here and got the 10 tickets for 11.60.
We headed to the area called Butte-aux-caille (the hill of quails). We walked the old cobbled streets looking for interesting sites and then food. The locals all say that there is nothing in particular to see but there are plenty of things to see. They say to just walk through the streets slowly and enjoy everything you see.
We are so hungry after the walk that we jump into the first restaurant that we spot. Turns out to be a circus themed place, with a piano in the middle and a tiger and zebra rug draped over the seats. We ordered quickly in the hope that the food would arrive quickly, I wanted the cheese burger and Paris buddy the duck. The juices and water arrived quickly in funky shaped vase like jugs. When the burger arrived I could not control the drool from dribbling at the corners of my mouth. I lifted the top bun to discover a pulsing cow, eeeeeeeek! Blood oozing from all over and crumbling meat falling off where it was slightly cooked. I looked at it in fear, do I dare try to eat this from dying of starvation or do I ask for it to be slaughtered and cooked. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it so I ask for it to be taken back and cooked a bit more… no blood please.
Following lunch we walked around some more to walk off the food and hit the metro to head back into town towards the L’arc de triomphe. The station closest was Charles de Gaulle etoile. Took some pictures here, no change since last seeing this place 5 years ago. We hung around for a bit to see if we would witness any car accidents around the very busy, very un orderly car junction.
Next we decided instead to walk from here to St Germain des Pres in search of the infamous ice cream place that Paris buddy kept raving on about. As we marched for ice cream heaven we past Alexander pont, we walked on until we saw the Musee d’Orsay.
Enroute to ice cream heaven I was side tracked by a very yummy looking patisserie café.
Eventually when we hit the ice cream parlour, “Amorino” the queue was all the way down the street. This place is clearly popular. We joined the queue and 20mins later we were watching the lady scoop our cones. I ordered the medium cone, she shaped it like a flower and the final product was HUGE. The Passionfruit flavour made up the petals and mango as the middle part. The cone was the size of my head. I had to frantically start licking to compete with the melting slush. Immediately I start to lose the senses in my tongue and experience a brain freeze. Was it worth it? Abso-fucking-lutely!
Next stop we pass Notre Dame.