Le Saut du Loup

I am back here after only a week. To boot, I can almost sense a slight hint of excitement, I guess to write, and to reminisce about one of last summers' better moments. This is a good thing I suppose. Perhaps this is the way a human stuck in subzero degree weather for moths copes with lack of vitamin D; open up the pleasant memory drawer, full of sunny moments, captivating friends and delicious meals. Pull out the most exquisite bits, revel in them, then blog about them.

This brings me to Le Saut Du Loup.

Where does one meet a dear, none the less, estranged friend?
You want breathing room, and some privacy, to go over the lost moths or years with comfort. You also want to laugh, even loudly, with out necessarily offending everyone around. And then finally, if you are me, you will inevitably want to squeeze in one more criterion; you want the new! I love the new. Anything new. There is this exciting anticipation for the newness of the new. And so since I no longer live in Paris, and by default, when visiting, am drawn to the nostalgic old spots of my "past" life there, I asked my friend to chose keeping the aforementioned points in mind.

He chose the (then newly opened) terrace of Le Saut Du Loup. It was a fabulous choice, granted, it was a very hot day in july. We had all the room we wanted, and the waiters gave us breathing space between drinks, and bites. There was enough shade to shelter my sun shy friend, and enough sun to burn my sun yearning shoulders. The view on the Louvre and Les Jardins Des Tuileries was breath taking. For those of you familiar with, and fond of, Cafe Marly, this will be an instant favorite.

Le Saut du Loup is an ideal place for a break between visiting the museum and shopping, or either lunch or dinner for two or with friends. Aesthetically pleasing but relaxed, with simple and light food, I couldn't of thought of a better place to meet. Next time in Paris, I'll try the terrace at dusk. Nothing beats the sun going down behind the Louvre while its lights go on.

I took this picture right from our table




www.lesautduloup.com
107 Rue de Rivoli
75001 PARIS, France
01 42 25 49 55

Piano on the dancefloor

Well, I haven't been here in almost two years. Oops!
I guess my life is consumed with other duties and passions. Actually coming back here today, just to look for a link to a travel site (I am in midst of preparing an adventurous trip which thankfully includes Paris), made me sad and nostalgic. I felt like I was looking at a ghost, a ghost of myself. Has my Paris connection weakened so deeply since I have moved to the states? Am I so caught up with life here that I no longer think of that other part of me? Hmmm... I'd like to think that the connection will never break, but tending to it in this manner reminds me too much of how dearly I miss Europe. I guess there is no need to over think it. I am here today, and somehow I feel inspired to post and it shall be. And perhaps this will be a good place and time to reminisce about last summer's trip back home, and then this year's adventure, which is now in preparation.

But for now, let me tell you about my not so recent obsession with the most exquisite French man. His name? Maxence Cyrin. His specialty? Classical piano interpretations of electro and house anthems. Why such fixation? He isn't simply interpreting pop, he has picked music very particular to my generation, era, and taste. The good stuff, the stuff we danced to in high school and listened to throughout adolescence, rare gems that sound even more fabulous when performed by him. Better yet, his new album features songs by Justice, The Pixies and Daft Punk. How is that for artful and eclectic? I am unfortunately missing his live performance at Le Baron in Paris this February, but am hoping he will be playing sometime this summer, so that for once, I can become that creepy fan!

check this out! Seriously, I think I am going to start taking piano lessons.