Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Corsican Lunch and Portuguese Dessert

We left the apartment a little earlier than usual today and were able to visit the Holocaust Memorial before heading for lunch.  While walking through the Marais we came across an organ grinder - the second one I've seen in my lifetime.  Both of them were in Paris.

 We had planned to go to a Corsican restaurant when we were in Avignon, but  forgot to do it.  So today we went to a Corsican restaurant in Paris instead.  I had beef in a chestnut sauce served with polenta and Bill had roast goat with roasted potatoes.  Positive reviews from both of us.

We went up to Montmartre for a little shopping and when we returned home we decided to stop at a Métro stop about a mile from our apartment and walk home from there.  The Colonel Fabien stop happens to be near the Communist Party headquarters, and next door to that is a sign saying that foreigners who wanted to volunteer to fight against Franco in the Spanish Civil War had signed up for it at that location.

Earlier, while we were in the Marais, we saw a tiny store called Comme à Lisbonne.  They were selling  a few Portuguese food products, but what was flying out the door were small custard tarts called pastéis (also called pastel) de nata.  The sales lady said it was the national dessert of Portugal and had been developed by monks in a monastery in Lisbon as a method of using up extra egg yolks.  One of our pasteis got a little crushed while we were carrying it around.  In fact, it looks like the cow stepped on it.  But they tasted very fresh and good - better than they look.

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