Pas de sketch du jour: June 5, 1980. Shopping for my pledge daughter, my parents, sister, and boyfriend and “little things for friends.” in that order.

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Paula's research shopping path to le Bon Marché. 22 rue de Sèvres, Rive gauche, Paris.

 

June 5, 1980

Woke at 10:00- ran (4 miles) to Jardins du Luxembourg.  Very good place to run as recommended by man at desk at Hotel Cayré.  

Hôtel et Jardins du Luxembourg

Shopped after. Bon Marché. I didn’t leave for 2 hours. Cute bathing suit and cute long shorts, but I didn’t buy anything. 

le Bon Marché, 24 rue de Sèvres. Left Bank, Paris.

[Bon Marché is a department store in Paris that was founded in 1838 as a small shop and became a fixed-price store in 1850. The successful business built a new store constructed by Louis Auguste Boileau in 1867. Louis Boileau, his son, continued the store in the 1870s. He consulted with Gustave Eiffel for the structure. Louis Hippolyte-Boileau, the grandson, worked on an extension to the store in the 1920s.].

Dome au bon marché, intérieur du magasin.

Want to get a French navy shirt for Ed (Robb Edmonds, boyfriend #2 from high school/KU summer ’80. He was interning for Kassebaum in Washington, D.C.) but I can’t find it here!! Did find a braided bag leather bag for mom which is a possibility. Gina?? Dad?!?  Possibly a bicycling shirt, but I don’t know!

French sailor shirt, immortalized by Picasso.

[I have no clue what that meant, I have no recollection that anyone in my family bicycled to point of having a special shirt, but maybe it was a Tour de France shirt? We bicycled for transportation in Graves family].

Lunch:  chef salade in a café un boul St.-Germain (20F-$5.00). I have to quit spending so much money on food!!

[See the priorities, here…not worried about money for gifts, but concerned about eating out. Seeing that I was in a hotel that only served breakfast, I don’t know what choice I had, but later in summer I started to pick up food at the charcuterie down the street though I did not like having food in my hotel room.]

Took métro to Tuileries to take pictures of little boys with boats.  

Three men approached me on walk from Tuileries to Grand Palais!! I could have café crée libre (I think this is decaf coffee with cream) all day long. They are always

[back to the men, detecting diagnosis of possible ADD tendencies not yet unidentified for another 32 years]

  1. old (over 30 at least).
  2. dark
  3. and have bad teeth.
That must be the type that looks for American Girls in the Tuileries. I asked one man his age-he guessed that I was 18! :(.
One absolutely changed directions to follow me.  It was really sort of annoying after the 2nd time. [See how easily flattered I am with male attention, even substandard?] I am going to start saying I am married.

Point d'embarcation pour les Bateaux-Mouches. Paris.

Sketched (see earlier blog post Le Grand Palais).  It is so neat!! I love it.  I had to sit on a bridge (the one right over where one takes the bateau mouche) and I could feel tremors!! Finished about 7:00 and arrived home at 7:30.  
Ate dinner at “Le Jardin” -sort of a French Health Food restaurant [???? I think paté, rich cheeses, butter, cream and wine for those who partake in the quantities perscribed in France are all proving to be pretty healthy when cutting out the gauloises]. Very elegant and pretty, but “laid-back.” Group seems to hang out there, piano player. I wouldn’t really suggest it unless you were a vegetarian [God forbid in Franch in 1980 or now!], but it was interesting. The chef came out and took my $ for the dinner and asked me what I was doing this summer in Paris, did I like it, etc. The people are so nice. I think when I do stuff alone, I speak a little French, and people feel more comfortable about talking to you and are so helpful. He told me to be sure & come back before I leae, especially for the thé in the afternoon.  They “had very good things for tea” he said en français. 
Well, I’m going to needlepoint maintenant. Au Revoir! 

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