Atlantica - 01.03.2001, Síða 28

Atlantica - 01.03.2001, Síða 28
26 A T L A N T I C A cosmetics and sexy sounds to Comme des Garçons clothing, Philippe Starck kitchenware and the latest must-have aluminium baby pram. The basement features a “water bar”, with over 80 mineral waters to choose from. Disappointed in not seeing Icelandic water on the menu, we decide to go to a “real” gourmet store. Our first stop is at the famous Ladurée, an ornate tea room and patisserie dating from 1862. Its speciality is macaroons, with a variety of delicious fillings. Further down, on the Place de la Madeleine, are two of the cities most famous food stores: Fauchon and Hédiard. They look more like food galleries, and a tour of both is an extra- ordinary visual and olfactory experi- ence. Hédiard, my favourite, has lus- cious towers of fresh fruit and vegeta- bles, huge barrels filled with perfumed olives, and an amazingly exotic-looking coffee and tea section. My in-laws had been sending us lots of tea to Iceland from a renowned spe- ciality tea shop. (They probably thought we didn’t have tea up near the North Pole.) Determined to continue our morn- ing of gourmet shopping, we head for the Marais district to find the shop. The Marais is quite a different sort of area compared to the rather snobby 8th dis- trict we’ve just left. Its golden-stone mansions, lively bars and quirky shops make it a magical arondissement. Its narrow streets retain pre-Revolution architecture, and are the unlikely cohabitation of Paris’s Jewish quarter, with its kosher shops, and the city’s “pink triangle”, a myriad of bars and shops where the rainbow-coloured gay flag flies high. Trendy boutiques, restau- rants and salons de thé make this one of the liveliest, most international parts of Paris. After browsing through a variety of gorgeous shoe shops and one gay book store, we find Mariages Frères. This stunning tea room and shop found- ed in 1854 takes tea very seriously, with over 500 varieties on offer. For those tea fanatics, a special tea museum is located upstairs. On the way back from the Marais we pass through our old home ground, the Quartier Montergeuil, and I have a look at two of my favourite clothes shops on the rue Étienne-Marcel. Designers Paul & Joe do a funky blend of ’50s’ retro vibe with modern shapes, and at Barbara Bui, her high-tech clothes shop now also features a designer restaurant. NIGHT LIFE On our second night in Paris we do a retake on the Buddha Bar. We get in, as the photographer wears neither shorts nor moustache. One of the city’s first designer restaurants, the venue has retained its trendy status. The interior is impressive, an exquisite two-storey Asian haven, with low lighting, incense, and a giant Buddha statue in the middle of the floor. Ethnic dance music completes the atmosphere, and a steady stream of models and poseurs flow by. We decide that we’ve had enough of high-fashion dining and take off instead for the Beaubourg area. Situated in the old Les Halles market district, Chez Denise (or La Tour de Monthléry) is a cult classic. The rather shabby but cosy setting of red-checked tablecloths, sausages suspended from the ceiling and incredibly rude waiters with long twirly moustaches draws an unbeliev- ably varied clientele, from young revellers to Mafia-like types surrounded by women of dubious career. The rude waiters slam a couple of unlabelled house Brouilly bottles on the table, and point to the blackboard listing the specials. Chez Denise is definitely not the best restaurant for a vegetarian. My husband proceeds to order the house speciality – lamb brains. Richard, our Parisian dinner companion, orders a steak and is presented with a huge, raw slice of livestock the size of a plate. I gingerly poke at the lamb’s brains, but remain more than happy with my choice of salmon ceviche. The crowd is getting rowdy, which is not surprising seeing as the waiters place a new bottle of chilled Brouilly on each table every half an hour. Things take a turn for the worse when Louis-Gabriel orders dessert, a round of apple sorbet with Calvados, or rather, a bowl of Calvados with a touch COOL CHIC Hédiard offers “an extraordinary visual and olfactory experience”. Inside the gothic St Chapelle. 22-28 ATL 2/01 PARIScmsx 20/2/01 1:02 pm Page 26
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