The most delightful part of travel – slow travel, that is – comes when you stumble upon something wonderful and magical.
Just what that might be depends on who you are and what you value and what simply strikes your fancy.
We took the Number 42 bus to Place de l’Opera and walked to E. Dehillerin so I could buy a copper bowl and a new whisk (more about that later).
I was so excited I forgot to take a photo and was about to suggest turning back when we chanced upon the plaza that was once the site of Les Halles, or very near the site of Les Halles. The Forum des Halles shopping complex is near by, perhaps underneath. I did not look. It did not matter.
Something there resonated with me. Perhaps it was the noonday sun and the lightness of the air in the raised plaza. Perhaps it was the grandeur of the surrounding buildings, the old Bourse de Commerce and St. Eustache Church. Or maybe the noonday sun.
It is not old, certainly, and it is often the old that strikes a respondent chord with me.
But there was something here. Whatever it was, it brought tears to my eyes, because the day was so lovely and the space so green and yet so urban.
I like to think the spirits of the old fishmongers and butchers and bakers linger here, welcoming visitors to the Paris sun.