I’ve been having a hard time falling asleep in Paris. Not because the bed isn’t comfortable (it is) or my neighborhood nosy (it is not), but because once I finally turn my light off, my mind starts spinning.
Thinking of the luscious Noix de Saint Jacques à la Plancha I had at Le Hide (10 rue du Général Lanrezac, 17e) an exquisite little restaurant tucked off an unassuming side street, that served possibly the most perfectly cooked scallops I have ever had the good fortune of enjoying, seared just long enough to caramelize them and then set atop a salad of arugula and frisèe, flecked with bacon and finished with a rich yet tangy vinaigrette.
Pining for the schwarma at L’as du Fallafel in the Marais (34 rue des Rosiers, 4e), where smoky grilled aubergines (eggplants) top a brimming pita filled with turkey and lamb, best enjoyed having stumbled into a quiet park in the neighboring Latin Quarter to enjoy my feast.
I think of all the places I’ll go (how many times would it be acceptable to go to The Grand Epicerie at The Bon Marche?), and when I’ll have my best chance to get a coveted table at the currently oh-so-hot Le Comptoir du Relais (I’m thinking a Monday…6 Carrefour de l’Odeon, 6e), and what I’ll order when I finally do talk my way through the door (foie gras).
Of course, I also wonder if I got scammed at the Bureaux de Change getting pounds for my weekend trip to London (jury is still out…I’m going to pretend it was just a really high commission), why that woman was glaring at me on the subway (going with jealousy over new and incredibly adept fashion statements being made by yours truly) and how it is that I managed to get lost on one single street for longer than I care to admit (blaming a deep seeded terrible sense of direction there, and nothing more).
With my mind buzzing of all the day’s delights and my stomach full with all the day’s feasts, and my heart brimming with all the adventures that still await…I toss and turn and wait for the next day to arrive so I can do it all again. So who cares if I’m tired…it’s Paris.