Le Temps des Cerises
When you live in Paris and the weather is beautiful, you’re obliged to forget your worries and get out to enjoy it. At least that’s what Mme Fromage and I think. Our excursions always start with the answer to a simple question: what side of the Seine do we want to be on? Right bank? Saddle up, kids! Let’s go!
We took Metro Line 3 to the Bourse station (the stock exchange) and then headed off on foot through the city center. First, the garden at the Palais Royal, then the newly-refurbished (at a cost of 2 billion euros) Châtelet district, Paris former central market area, with its grand spaces. Then quickly through the Beaubourg and the inside-out Pompidou building, then the Marais… place Vendôme…
After several hours and growing complaints from the kids about fatigue and hunger, we found ourselves at the top of the rue de la Cerisaie and a tiny little bar we visited nearly two years ago, Le Temps des Cerises. It’s difficult to imagine a street as quiet as this one, especially given the hordes of people that regularly wander through Paris 4th arrondissement. So much the better for us.
I had remembered two things as we approached this little oasis. One was the magnificent mosaic work that enrobes the foot of the building. It’s both pretty and inviting. The second is that, notwithstanding some bad advice about wine pairings, I ate a really good Saint-Félicien there the first time we went.
This time it was even more enjoyable. We ordered both Saint-Félicien and Morbier as well as a delicious charcuterie plate. We had two different types of wine, both light reds. One was a Vacqueyras from the south of France, just north of Avignon. The other was a pleasant red Burgundy from Irancy. Et voilà, we had a lovely end to the afternoon in complete tranquility.
Let’s keep this our secret, okay?
Le Temps des Cerises, 31, rue de la Cerisaie, Paris 75004