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Postcards from Paris: {The Acting Scene}

Been spending time with favorite friends.

Strolling the city.

Feeling content, but slightly behind.

More to come on the recent adventures, but until then:

Acting in Paris

(check it out)

Bisous,

Reba

February Updates

The Paris Market is proud to announce the launch of our new Twitter Page. Come follow us at twitter.com/TheParisMarket.

We have a new line of the Lillian August Collection fabrics. Come in today and check out our fine selection of swatches for your furniture, curtains and more!

Check out the "Writer in the window" in The Paris Market this week. Lauren will be here Tuesday, Thursday and Friday writing original poetry. Keep up with our blog, twitter and facebook for future interviews with her, behind the scenes video and more!

Merci Beaucoup!

Polaroids from Paris: {L'église de la Madeleine}

L'eglise de la Madeleine proves to be one of the more difficult places to try and take photographs. No one ever wants to interrupt the church-goers with loud camera noises that prove "I'm not from here ya'll", but I couldn't resist. I most especially love all of the wooden chairs in straight rows.

Not only is there a great view of the Place de la Concorde and you can see straight over the Seine, but also there is a Laduree located just steps away.

Bisous,

Reba

Polaroids from Paris: {Tous dans le moulage}

One thing I always look at when ever I enter a Parisian apartment is the molding.

Some residences have a simple border, while others are embellished with the most intricate little carvings. I admire both, especially since my small studio is lacking either.

Since Paris is in a frigid mood, and the air is bitter with freezing temperatures I am trying to embrace the aesthetic of the warm indoors. 

Bisous,

Reba

Polaroids from Paris: {From France to Georgia, more}

Came across this little tea-set in a small town near the France-Switzerland-Germany border.

I thought it was rather sweet along with this creamer and sugar bowl.

One thing I have come to realize is sugar cubes are preferred over loose sugar.

I continued to browse, and I came across these little ceramic crayfish-bowls, and a larger bowl to serve some sort of tuna dish. 

And for good measure:

A recipe for Crawfish Etoufee
Bon weekend à tous!

Bisous,

Reba

Polaroids from Paris: {Manger Mexicain}

I think being an American automatically means that we are prone to having withdrawal from Mexican food, or even in some cases just simple Tex-Mex. The combination of beans, rice, cilantro, and avocados are lacking here in Paris. It appears that the French consider a burrito to be the same thing as a wrap, which is usually served cold. It just doesn't work. So one evening, with an already full stomach, Renee and I were planning out our next meal. It has been that kind of week.
 We were reminiscing to each other about our lives state-side, and a common theme was our longing to hold and indulge in a tasty burrito. I did the research instantly, and wrote out the plan in my little red agenda.
We were determined to find the place that had the ingredients for the combination mentioned above, and who served it right.
I invited another friend, Melissa, a legitimate Mexican herself, who knows all about tortillas. I went over to her apartment one day, and discovered she owned a tortilla press to make her own. So I figured her opinion would be valuable. We all headed toward the canal, and there it was, pocketed away; what Renee said, "in all of it's purple glory." A teeny-tiny establishment, that we barely all fit in. Once we entered, the scents were mesmerizing, and we all knew instantly that we had found our place that will appease our cravings.
El Nopal
3 rue Eugene Varlin
75010
Paris, France

Bisous,

Reba 

Polaroids from Paris: {From France to Georgia}

Making their selves a place somewhere at The Paris Market, are these old wartime newspapers I found while on holiday. The format of each one is large and rather dense of the current happenings in France from the early 1900's. There are many stories surrounding the World War that was occurring at the time. It's a rather curious thing to consider the way media once was, and compare it to how it is now.

After flipping through one in particular, I was actually shocked by the level of censorship. It was amazing to see what had been printed back then in order to show the reader the actuality of the events.

I also find myself constantly intrigued by old books and old paper. Worn and yellow, with softer edges which decrease the possibility of paper-cuts. I love the scent the glue takes on. The scent of antiquity.

So if any of you are in Savannah.

Check 'em out. 

Bisous,

Reba

Polaroids from Paris: {Free Crepes and Carousel Rides}

Winter-blues can be a bore. With grey skies and  heavy rain, I hate admitting this; but, such feelings can surface even while in Paris. Though the city takes on a rather somber mood throughout, I discover that such a sullen state can be unexpectedly brightened just from a simple stroll along the street. Laure and I were happy to change our normal route home, and we found ourselves distracted by a new scent coming from the corner sidewalk. With a crowd of nannies, mothers, and children we found ourselves happy with free crepes and carousel rides.

Bisous,

Reba

Polaroids from Paris: {Deyrolle, L'Art de la Taxidermie}

"Who else has chickens, We Do!"

Along the rue du Bac on the left bank, there resides the great taxidermy salon Deyrolle. Originally owned by Jean-Baptiste Deyrolle, Emile, the grandson eventually took over.

Although, the salon/store/museum went through a severe fire, the collection remains vast and intriguing.

To look a polar bear in the eye, to be face to face with an enormous yak, and to measure height next to a giraffe can be rather exhilarating. Though it may be controversial, I look at it from a learning perspective, with an eye of fascination and appreciation.

Deyrolle

46 rue de Bac

75007 Paris, France

Bisous,

Reba