My mind first went straight to champagne when seeing our prompt of bubbles today, but unfortunately, Philippe and I didn’t have any on hand. Okay, we already drank and disposed of what we bought when we arrived in Paris. But, a bottle of Perrier was sitting in front of me, so I decided to sketch that instead. The bottle was actually one of the tall bottles to share, but I shrunk it down to the smaller size I’m more familiar with at home so it would fit in my sketchbook. The glass is an accurate portrayal because this is the same sort of glass that we have in our house in the States. Most of the items in our Paris apartments that we rent are also from IKEA. It’s strangely comforting to have a few familiar items around us, even if it’s just a spoon, a towel, or a glass. Today was perfectly relaxing, with only a light lunch and a bit of shopping. We’ve pretty much purchased all we are going to buy at this point, save any little trinkets we might happen upon. What I really mean to say is that I’m no longer allowed to go back to my favorite clothing store because I somehow manage to discover something new I can’t live without each time I walk inside.
Oh, and I totally forgot to mention, in case you seen yet, Episode #15 of my Sketching Stuff podcast launched this week (hope you’ll give it a listen and leave a comment when you can!). Tonight, Philippe and I had our first “date night” with just the two of us at a favorite neighborhood restaurant, appropriately named Les Artistes. This is always a special moment on the trip because it reminds me of when we were first dating. There are large abstracted portraits on the wall, but the only one I could recognize was Picasso. Philippe recognized the rest, a former French president and a French singer, but we were both stumped on the last one. In fairness, the likeness was a bit more suspect, but apparently it was meant to be Leonard Cohen. The only thing dimming our reverie and excitement a bit was the fact that we both now have a mild cold. The kind that’s not remotely debilitating, but still manages to be perfectly irritating. Nearly everyone we pass on the street here is coughing and sneezing so it was likely inevitable. When we passed a woman on the street who had two bags in each hand and suddenly and violently sneezed in front of us, Philippe grabbed me and pulled me away saying, “Hold your breath!” I remember saying, “does that actually work?” and now I realize it actually doesn’t. Thankfully, both my mother-in-law and Philippe’s best friend from school are nurses, so any ailment we have is quickly mitigated and doesn’t really bother us too much at all.
And though I certainly enjoy Perrier in the States, it always tastes a bit better here. That’s the magic of traveling to somewhere you don’t visit as often as you’d like. Tonight, for example, our meal of filet mignon de porc, was tasty, but Philippe actually recreated it when we returned home last time and his was truly better in reality. But, we were back once more in a favorite little restaurant, where the service is exceptional and the environment perfectly cozy. Each bite felt like a little gift that was meant to be savored. A gift you get to unwrap, but you can never really quite take the entire experience home with you. It’s one of those beautiful moments that lives only in a memory after it’s complete. The sort of moments I often share on this blog because, to me, they’re the best moments of all. As much as I sit there at that restaurant table silently wishing the experience never ends, I know that it’s the rareness that makes it so incredible in the first place. And even when there’s no champagne to be found, there’s a special magic to experiencing a bit of bubbly in Paris.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Leaf Green, Cobalt Turquoise, Cobalt Blue, Vermillion, and Aureolin. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with black ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!