A kitchen of one's own

The vegetated wall on the Quai Branly.  I especially
adore the blooming hosta lilies.

July 31, 2018 -- Once upon a time, there was an Indian restaurant named Banani and it was good -- until it wasn't. Banani's heavily carved wooden door, facing the rue de la Croix Nivert, opened to reveal a luxurious dining room, done in rich, deep shades of red and gold.

In the good old days, Banani's management didn't hesitate to turn on the air conditioning when evenings were warm -- or hot.  Something happened, however, and subsequently the Banani management did not seem to care anymore.

And then Banani disappeared.  An empty restaurant remained.  We were sad.

Yesterday, as I browsed through lafourchette.com, looking for nearby Indian restaurants with high ratings, I found a new place called Indian Villa.  It had only 10 reviews, but all ten gave the restaurant 10 points (the highest level).  The few reviews on TripAdvisor were equally glowing.  Indian Villa just opened on July 14 -- Bastille Day.

When I noticed that Indian Villa's address was on the rue de la Croix Nivert, my appetite awakened.  Sure enough, when I checked the photographs for the restaurant's lafourchette.com page, I recognized the glossy, deep red mahogany paneling with gold trim and fancy carvings.

The beautiful Lavirotte building at 29 Avenue Rapp.

People who really care about good Indian cuisine have returned to that precious spot where Banani had been.  I asked Tom if he was interested in dining there last night, and he was enthusiastic -- even before I told him that lafourchette.com was offering a 40 percent discount because it was Monday.  And so I reserved.

We opened the heavy, wooden door and were warmly welcomed.  We felt the cool drift of air conditioning as we were shown to our table. 

We ordered our usual Indian favorites:  vegetable pakora (shared), lamb korma for each, basmati rice for Tom, naan, garlic naan, and for dessert, we shared a Dame Blanche.

Everything was perfect -- the food, the service, the serving sizes, the discounted check.

Indian Villa is encouraging take out orders, too.  These are offered at a slight discount off the eat-in prices.  We were given a glossy paper takeout menu to take home with us. 

Good Indian food is not cheap.  It is not like Chinese food that way, and I do not understand people who think it should be.

Indian food is complex.  I did not attempt to make it much until I subscribed to meal kits.  I've done Blue Apron, Home Chef, and Plated so far.  When we return, I'm going to subscribe to SunBasket.

I was thinking about those meal kits yesterday and wondered if they exist in France.  They do!

A cute creperie next to a Chinese restaurant on the rue de Pondichéry.

A popular meal kit service in France is Quitoque.  Check it out at www.quitoque.fr, if you know how to read French.  The price per meal is less than it is on the three U.S. meal kit services I've tried.

With all the restaurants within walking distance around us, I have not felt the urge to cook that much in Paris -- until this year.  What I found that I love so much about the meal kits at home is that I do not have to do the planning and shopping.  I do not like to shop.  Thankfully, Tom does.

The meal kits brought home to me how very much I DO like to cook. 

Gangplank to the archipelago on the Seine is raised until 10AM.

Cooking is difficult in the kitchen of the apartment where we stay in Paris, because that kitchen is small and it is crammed full of the owner's stuff.  So I don't cook, except for the occasional scrambled eggs, omelettes, poached eggs, French toast, salads of all sorts, and charcuterie or cheese plates.  But it would be nice to be able to do complex dishes . . . .
This, plus some other factors, now have us considering the idea of renting an apartment year-round in Paris -- one that we can furnish, one with a decent kitchen, even if it is a small kitchen.

We could only be here for six months, but I know others in our family could use it much of the rest of the time.

It is a thought.  We are thinking about it.  It is worth considering.  Stay tuned.

Screaming facades

July 21, 2018 -- The sight of a building stopped me in my tracks this morning.  It made me forget how sore my feet were.  The street was narrow, so the building's elaborate façade was difficult to photograph.  Yet it begged to be photographed.  The building seemed to scream, "LOOK AT ME!"

All elaborate Art Nouveau buildings scream like that.  This one was doing it well -- loud and clear!

Yet the architectural gem is neglected.  I hope that someone will come along and restore it, the way 29 Avenue Rapp, the famous Art Nouveau building designed by the architect Lavirotte is being restored. (Here's what I wrote about the Lavirotte building in 2012, and my 2015 photograph of it is on this page.)

Statue of two women in a green space at the
beginning of  the Avenue Montaigne.

Who would expect such a showpiece to be on the simple, narrow, unassuming rue du Champ de Mars -- a street that seems to be a humble shortcut connecting the market street, rue Cler, with the Avenue de la Bourdonnais, near the Champ de Mars?

I did some research and learned that the architect of this find at 33 rue du Champ de Mars was Octave Raquin.  He designed it as a private middle school for girls.  The 1904 building has a name:  Les Arums.  And according to the French Art Nouveau blogger Eli Paseos, this was the only building Octave Raquin designed in this style.  Eli says that Octave Raquin is relatively unknown in the realm of Art Nouveau architects.

What is an arum?  It is a calla lily, a popular Art Nouveau motif.  In the case of Les Arums, we see the lilies in the stone facade, the metal grillwork on the doors, and in the tile mosaic inside, according to Eli.  Because the building was originally designed as the Longuets' school for girls, the calla lily motif may have been selected because it symbolizes purity and innocence.

Eli (a woman) writes that "It seems that this is the same Octave Raquin whose portrait Toulouse-Latrec painted in 1901 and who participated in the 'Revue Blanche,' a literature and art review from 1889 to 1903."

One of the Dior shops on the famous Avenue Montaigne.

Earlier, I'd walked up to the Champs Elysées via the Avenue Rapp and Avenue Montaigne.  I observed that, unlike the other avenues that lead to the Place de l'Alma on the right bank, the Avenue Montaigne does not go uphill.  Yet it is the one named Montaigne.  Go figure.

As you probably know, Avenue Montaigne is where most of the top fashion design houses have their main boutiques.  Some of them are not boutique size -- they are huge.  The Dior house, in particular, occupies much real estate on this swishy street.

The Avenue Montaigne takes me to the part of the Champs Elysées that I like:  the part that is park-like.  I do not like the commercial sections of the Champs Elysées, closer to the Arc de Triomphe.

The park-like part of the Champs Elysées

At the Grand Palais, I turned toward the Pont Alexandre III to head back to the apartment in the 15th.  I decided to zig-zag through the charming streets of the 7th arrondissement:  rue de l'Université, rue Jean Nicot, rue Saint Dominique, rue Cler, and then, voila, the rue du Champ de Mars where I made the Art Nouveau discovery of the day.

The night before, the three of us dined at an old favorite place, Stephane Martin on the rue des Entrepreneurs, and it did not disappoint.  We were surprised to see the Chef upstairs, in the dining room, out of the kitchen.  He is normally so shy!

But I guess he was training a new server/maitre d'hotel, so he had to be upstairs.

Chef Stephane knew our names and remembered that we'd been dining there for many years.  I said it was 18 years, and he said yes, the restaurant started there 19 years ago.

The Grand Palais, looking grand.

The dinner was very fine.  Tom and Dan had the specialty of the house, a slow roasted pork roast cooked in red cabbage, wine, and honey.  It is a large dish, meant to be shared by two.  I ordered the turbot, which was delicious.  It was accompanied by a fine mixture of vegetables cooked in butter.

The three of us shared an apple tart and cherry clafoutis for dessert.  We said our farewells to Chef Stephane, and assured him that Tom and I would be back soon.  Very soon.