Magret de Canard and Montorgueil
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We arrived into Orly Airport and took a cab to our hotel, Hotel Chopin, which is located at the end of one of Paris' covered colonnades, "Passage Jouffroy". It's in the 9th arrondissement, near the Opera. Charming, large room (for Paris), and close to everything. I lived in Paris for 2 1/2 years in the late 90's so I know the city pretty well, but this is not an area I knew well. The hotel is very charming, but older and basic. There is wifi, but it's only available in the lobby, so there are usually a few folks hanging around on the couch there.
The lady at the desk was very friendly, and let me practice my French. I told her I used to live on rue Montorgeuil, and she had as well, several years ago.
Morgan ordered the duck foie gras appetizer and a steak, and I had the warm goat cheese salad with lardons and then the magret de canard (sliced duck breast) with honey and apricot sauce, and a glass of St. Emilion. All delicious. My problem is, I want to take photos of all this amazing food for this blog, but when it arrives, I forget all about the blog and dig in. Then Morgan reminds me I wanted to take a photo, so I have to get creative to block out the part that I ate already. Morgan started calling this my One-Bite Wonder Blog, and now it stuck, so there's my title.
My street had changed quite a bit from when I lived there in 1996. It's still a market street, but a lot of the shops have been replaced by trendy eateries. The North African spice store is still there...and the ice cream/chocolatier, but the cheese store is gone, as is the green grocer who was at the base of my building, and the excellent little wine store near the corner. Ah well. Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes...
Not only that but the nearby Les Halles is in the process of being completely changed...again. It was totally blocked off - not only the shops, but the park on the top. Les Halles used to be the city's major market for all the food that came into the city, and then was torn down (when they moved the market to the suburbs) and redesigned into a park and a really crappy underground mall. The park was okay, but the mall was already almost abandoned when I lived here.
We passed by the Cathedral of St. Eustache and the famous big head statue and big hand statue in the front of it, and then walked back to the hotel, watched some bad French TV (no satellite TV here) and hit the hay.