The first full night’s sleep in a long time and orange juice were enough of a boost to propel me busily out and back by 10:00 this morning, Sunday. I walked across to the Île St.-Louis for only the second time this year. No crowds at all, most shops still closed, buskers not busking. I had to stop for a moment at the center point to look at the river in the calm, despite the sun (one reason for my early dash) that was beginning to rise above the roofs. The little bakery on St.-Louis-en-l’Île was open, empty of customers, so I was in and out with my almond croissant and a small quiche for lunch in no time. Strolling back along the river, I spotted little tents down on the riverbank on the opposite side, a brocante and antiques fair setting up.
So I crossed the St.-Louis bridge, and the Pont de L’Archêveché, to the Left Bank, walked to the nearest stairs, and went down to check it out. Long story short, there was really nothing much of interest—well, there were interesting things here and there, but certainly nothing I was looking for. It made me consider, briefly, riding out to the bigger, weekly market at Vanves. But I had early on decided nothing was interesting enough to have to do it in summer, if it involved standing at length in the sun—or even the shade, if the weather were really hot. So, though ultimately today wound up being another not-so-hot day (rather like one week ago), I stayed in for the remainder of it, doing little chores, and, especially, reading.
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