Sunday Morning, Paris

7:30 on a Sunday morning in Paris is mostly quiet. The streets are deserted, but littered with debris left by the revelers of Saturday night.

In empty cobbled passageways the flutter of pigeons’ wings passing between the roofs is the only sound to join the clicking of my own heels.

At the river, the beeps of equipment shatter the quiet—the street sweepers are swooshing along the curbs. Others are on foot with brooms and hoses, sweeping and washing. The stone embankments of the Ile St-Louis and Ile de la Cité are layered with bottles and paper. But help is at hand and in another 30 minutes there will be no trace of debris.

This time of day the sun is just creeping up the buildings and what will later look stark and white, is golden and pink. I am thrilled to feel chilly after the hot afternoons in the city which leave me sweaty and tired.

Café waiters are righting the upside down chairs from their towering stacks and arranging the tables. I see them as I cross the bridge, and now I can choose the place for a morning croissant and coffee.

Despite an elderly gentleman coughing phlegmatically, I can’t resist the charms of the Café St. Regis and find a table just inside the open windows, further along. The croissant my waitress serves me is the most delicious I’ve had this trip, and even rivals memory of other very, very good croissants. Half of its outer flakes land in my lap. The inner layers are buttery without making my tongue feel fuzzy and they peel back over and over, moist and flavorful—an endless coil unwinding as into the center of a seaside shell.

I should be taking pictures, and this is what I wanted to do this morning. But I have arrived here to discover that the battery for my camera is still charging five floors up in my hotel several blocks away. And the sweet light is so fleeting. By the time I return for it and find myself back at the St Regis, the buildings will be blinding in the sun and the crowds planning to climb the tower of Notre Dame will be crossing the bridges. I have my iPhone, and its camera will have to do this morning.

And so, I accept my blunder, sit back and sip my coffee slowly. Tomorrow will bring another morning, and I hope it will be as calm and serene as this one.

22 Comments

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Sara Pintoreply
September 12, 2012 at 7:35 am

Oh Sue! How I wish I was eating that croissant with you!! Have a wonderful time and enjoy the rest of your visit. And thanks for sharing your experience. It’s lovely.

Sara Pintoreply
September 12, 2012 at 8:00 am

Dreaming of you in Paris. Having a non-Paris day in Glasgow, but the sun is shining! Going to get Paris feeling into my heart now. Thanks for giving a glimpse!

129twigandvinereply
September 12, 2012 at 9:43 am
– In reply to: Sara Pinto

Oh Sara, I would love to spend the day in Glasgow feeling Paris-like together. xox

Sue Adamreply
September 12, 2012 at 8:58 am

Thank you so much for the photos, and the thoughts. I could almost be there with you…..looking forward to a chat when you are back home…

129twigandvinereply
September 12, 2012 at 9:44 am
– In reply to: Sue Adam

I got back home last night, so today is that other-worldly ‘where am I?’ type of day. Would love to catch up soon!

arizonamom23reply
September 12, 2012 at 9:27 am

Gorgeous pictures! Thanks for sharing!

129twigandvinereply
September 12, 2012 at 9:45 am
– In reply to: arizonamom23

Thank you! Love your gravitar pic.

cindyricksgersreply
September 12, 2012 at 10:37 am

You described a perfect morning! I hope your trip was as wonderful as it sounds. Thanks!

129twigandvinereply
September 18, 2012 at 5:40 am
– In reply to: cindyricksgers

Thanks Cindy. It was perfect (but only after I got over leaving my camera battery behind!).

squatorclamorreply
September 12, 2012 at 10:40 am

Beautiful Pictures Sue! Where is The Cafe saint Regis? I wish I could have had breakfast with you there!

129twigandvinereply
September 18, 2012 at 5:39 am
– In reply to: squatorclamor

Hi Victoire! The Cafe is at the tip of Ile St-Louis near the bridge to Notre Dame. Let’s go there together!!!

Alex @ northofsevenreply
September 12, 2012 at 12:15 pm

So envious. I would love to go back to Paris for even just a week.

129twigandvinereply
September 18, 2012 at 5:38 am
– In reply to: Alex @ northofseven

I hope you get there again soon. Make a visit to this cafe if you can.

Jill Winskireply
September 12, 2012 at 1:46 pm

Wonderful pictures and great post! I particularly love your empty coffee cup. 🙂

129twigandvinereply
September 18, 2012 at 5:38 am
– In reply to: Jill Winski

I wish I had a full cup of that coffee right now! Thanks.

katemgeorgereply
September 12, 2012 at 3:36 pm

Lovely pictures, beautiful prose. You have such an aptitude for descriptive writing. Thank you for sharing your morning.

129twigandvinereply
September 18, 2012 at 5:37 am
– In reply to: katemgeorge

Thanks, Kate. I feel the same way about you. 🙂

@bidhanytareply
September 14, 2012 at 5:50 pm

Reblogged this on Written Here.

129twigandvinereply
September 18, 2012 at 5:37 am
– In reply to: @bidhanyta

Thank you for sharing!

thefieryredheadreply
September 17, 2012 at 6:16 pm

A magical place! Thanks for the reminder 🙂

129twigandvinereply
September 18, 2012 at 5:36 am
– In reply to: thefieryredhead

I couldn’t agree more. Ahhhh, Paris. It’s nice to be home too, and remind myself of the magic that is right here on my doorstep. Happy Tuesday.

Brittareply
September 22, 2012 at 10:56 am

So sad that we missed in Paris. I would have loved to have coffee with you at Café St. Regis this quite sunny Sunday morning. I hope next time ! Have a wonderful weekend, dear Sue !

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