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I’m off work for the week and mindfully planning each day so as not to waste a single minute.  I work on my book project from 8:30 a.m. to 2 p.m. Then I stop and go outside. Today I crossed Paris for a rendez-vous in the 11th arrondissement.  Afterwards, as I was strolling along the rue de Charonne heading towards the boulevard Voltaire, I passed a market selling fruits and vegetables.  I stopped to look.  Hey!, I said to no-one in particular. These are half the price of the fruits and veg in my neighbourhood. I made some purchases. Continuing on my way, I proceeded to cross the city on foot carrying a cauliflower, blueberries and a papaya. Here’s the delicious smoothie I made when I eventually got home – papaya, fresh lime juice, coconut milk, orange juice, fresh ginger root, blueberries and raspberries. Fresh mint leaves would’ve rounded it off, but I didn’t have any. Papaya and mangos make me think of my Haitian friend, Monique, who eats them sprinkled with lime juice and a dash of salt.

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I unwittingly stumbled across this place that I’ve been meaning to visit for about two years now. “I can’t believe you’ve never been to Merci!” says Rosemary, my friend from London who goes there every time she visits Paris. They call it a “concept store”. OK.  So now I can tell Rosemary that I’ve been there, however because I was carrying a cauliflower and a papaya (and blueberries), it took some juggling to get my camera out.  I only made a quick tour of the ground floor. The owners of Merci, I later learned, are also the owners of Bonpoint, that precious high-end clothing store for children.  Through a foundation, 100% of Merci’s profits are donated to help women and children in Madagascar.  I wish I could do something like that.  I’d like to create a foundation to help children in Iraq.

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Turning left into the rue Froissart I continued walking. I actually had a specific destination in mind which you’ll discover further down. I passed the headquarters of the French Secours Populaire (People’s Aid) society.

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Now I’m on the rue de Bretagne in the 3rd arrondissement and I’m looking for a small Italian deli called Mmmozza. It specializes in mozzarella cheese, coldcuts and sandwiches and the address is 57 rue de Bretagne.  Here’s Chez Omar at number 47 rue de Bretagne.  Go there for one of the best couscous in the city at reasonable prices. Great atmosphere, convivial and relaxed. They don’t take reservations. Another good couscous place in this district – more expensive than Chez Omar – is Le 404 at 69, rue des Gravilliers. Reservations are a must.

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So I find Mmmozza and step inside, famished because I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and roasting because of the heat and all the walking.  My papaya is gloopy.  “I’d like a sandwich, please”, I tell the friendly Italian woman behind the counter. I had read about their delicious mozzarella-rocket-sundried tomato sandwiches and I’m salivating.

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Their beautiful, fresh mozzarella is delivered every Thursday from the region around Naples. They also serve pecorino cheese and other products.  In the end, I didn’t wait for the bread to come out of the oven.  I went home to make my smoothie. But I’ll return.

the Old City of Lille – part II

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Continue walking along the rue des Vieux Murs and you’ll arrive at the rue de la Monnaie and this wonderful bakery on the corner. They make a northern specialty called le craquelin which, as you can see from the above photo, is a sort of sugared brioche. Delicious with morning coffee. Another speciality of Lille is “le welsh” which makes me laugh because in actual fact it’s Welsh rarebit, but no-one knows that. If you ask anyone (even the cook who prepares the dish) what “welsh” means, they’ll shrug their shoulders and say they have no idea.  “Wales” in French is Pays de Galles and “Welsh” is Gallois.  It’s a thick slice of toasted bread covered with melted cheddar cheese. The cheese is mixed with beer, mustard and Worcestershire sauce. As a child, I used to make Welsh rarebit at home using a can of Campbell’s Cheddar Cheese soup.

As a treat, the eldest of my god-children and I go to the best place in Lille for “le welsh” which is Brasserie André located at 71, rue de Béthune.  It’s in the center of town across from the main cinema.  We went last Saturday, but I didn’t have my camera with me. This is one of the last brasseries serving traditional northern cuisine in an upscale setting.

Turn left onto rue de la Monnaie and you’ll come across a small, open-air market selling local produce.  I’ve always said that markets represent the soul of France (or any country, for that matter).  Look at these gorgeous mushrooms.  I bought a bag, sautéed them in butter with a splash of olive oil and made a delicious mushroom omelette, crusty baguette on the side. No cheese, no onion, no ham, just sea salt and pepper. Fresh tarragon or parsley would have made a good addition. Don’t rinse the mushrooms under water!  Wipe them clean, trim the stems and thinly slice.

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the Old City of Lille – part I

I took a break from my rambunctious godchildren to quietly walk the cobbled streets of Lille’s Old City, just me and my camera.  I love the brown and red brick (a Flemish influence) that you only see in the north of France. For atmosphere, a laid-back vibe and great shopping, a day trip to Lille is not a bad idea. Only an hour from Paris on the fast train (the TGV), you could then continue on to Brussels, London, Amsterdam or elsewhere. Lille is an important crossroads in the European high-speed rail network.  

I know it sounds like I’m commissioned by the Lille tourist board to write these travel pieces, but I’m not (maybe I should be!)  It’s just that I go to Lille frequently because of friends and my godchildren, aged 13, 11 and 9, who live there.  In August I’ll be in London for a week (stay tuned for a blog post from that fine city) and in December I’ll be returning to Bruges (with the kids).  There are many cities in northern Europe that host the famous Christmas markets – Bruges is one of them.  Anyone wishing to visit Bruges (in northern Belgium) in December must book now.

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This hair salon, at 16 rue d’Angleterre, has a serene and stylish interior. Julie and Romain specialize in cuts and colouring and I’ve already decided to go there when I next return to Lille for the annual, mega flea market.  Book your hotel and train tickets now for La Grande Braderie, first weekend in September!  (September 6 and 7). The biggest flea market in Europe with over 10,000 exhibitors and 2 million visitors!

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I came across my kind of place at the corner of rue des Vieux Murs and rue des Trois Mollettes.  mmmmmm… and little cakes.  And maple syrup (sirop d’érable) with little pancakes!  Maple syrup reminds me of home.

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Across the road from the coffee shop, located at 27 rue des Vieux Murs, is a boutique called el Lugar that showcases handcrafted glam-rock jewelry. I tried on half a dozen bracelets made by artisans in Spain and France at very affordable prices. Opposite is a wonderful shop-restaurant selling traditional food and products from the Aveyron region of France (north-east of the Midi-Pyrenees in southern France).

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These stools are handcarved from bois de frêne which is ash wood in English. I loved this small milking stool which costs 139 euros. I would have bought it if I didn’t have to lug it home on the train (it was quite heavy.)

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Here are the famous Laguiole knives. These gorgeous steak knives (above) would make a beautiful gift for someone.

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In the meantime, here’s what Lonely Planet says about Lille -

Lille owes its name – once spelled L’Isle – to the fact that it was founded, back in the 11th century, on an island in the River Deûle. In 1667 the city was captured by French forces led personally by Louis XIV, who promptly set about fortifying his prize. Long the centre of France’s textile industry, the miserable conditions in which its ‘labouring classes’ lived were exposed by Victor Hugo in the 1850s. Lille’s textile industry has declined but the city has shown renewed vigour and self-confidence since the TGV came to town in 1993, followed a year later by the Eurostar from London.

Vive la Paix !

The Bastille Day celebrations opened last night with giant illuminated words that sprang from the Eiffel Tower and spelled out in fireworks across the darkened sky:  VIVE LA PAIX (Long Live Peace).  I wondered what the effect would be if the Eiffel Tower and its message were dispatched to Baghdad, Gaza City or Tel Aviv.  Or Kabul, Mogadishu, Nairobi, Somalia, Syria, etc.  The list is too long.

Imagine the giant, glittering Lady of Lace - eloquent and elegant like some emissary extraordinaire - rising high above the bombs, the armed drones and the dead civilians – and silently proclaiming -

يحياالسلام   Long Live Peace

سلام  Salām

שלוםתחי   Long Live Peace

שלום  Shalom

The Middle East can use some Eiffel Tower right now.

Here’s another message to the extremists on all sides - STOP THE KILLING OF INNOCENTS!  STOP THE SHAMEFUL, shameful SLAUGHTER!  Innocent civilians (children, teenagers, mothers, law-abiding citizens) are caught in the crossfire of your self-righteous, self-serving, fanatical “principles”. 

Islamic extremist groups distort the meaning of the Koran to their own ends. They brandish the Koran, but do not apply what’s written within.  To kill in the name of Allah is grotesque and an insult to humankind, not to mention an insult to peace-loving Muslims. Fanatics are so blinded by twisted doctrine, they do not see how abhorrent they are; how they discredit themselves.

“We made you to be a community of the middle way, so that you might bear witness to the truth before all mankind.” (Qur’an, 2:143)

As for Israel, right-wing Jewish extremists need to be reined in and prosecuted.  And here’s a sentence from a Canadian journalist – “Israel’s “right to defend itself,” unarguable in principle, does not validate mass killing.”

Below is a clip from last night’s performance, set to the music of John Lennon’s “Imagine”. John Lennon.  Who wrote in another song, “All we are saying is give peace a chance.” And then, years later, was gunned down in front of his apartment building.

What is wrong with us?