Couldn’t have asked for a better way to appreciate the legacy of Haussmann’s transformations. The 16th-century Flamboyant Gothic tower is open to the public during weekends for just three months each year, by guided tour only. Get your tickets here. The only catch: Reservations open 10am Mondays for visits of that week.
39, rue de Rivoli, 75004 Paris, France
If you ever find yourself in Burgundy, definitely make sure you are in Dijon on a market day. It felt like I had stepped back in time, in a good way. Designed by Dijon local Gustave Eiffel, the covered market was bright, airy, spacious and full of old people. Resisting the temptation to buy everything (not easy), we eventually left with a little pot of rillettes de porc, bread, some cheese and pavé bourguignon for a picnic lunch nearby.
21200 Dijon, France
Open Tuesday, Thursday and Friday mornings, all day on Saturdays
I was in Penang with my family a few months ago and we found ourselves in a family room at Ren i Tang, a cozy boutique hotel housed in a restored Chinese medical hall in Little India. Family room, because how else can we
let mom fuss over us make sure everyone will be ready to head out on time ?
The rooms are simply but tastefully furnished, reasonably-priced and clean, so clean there’s even a shoes-off policy so you have to leave your shoes at the reception and climb upstairs to your room barefoot.
My only gripe was with the wifi, constantly weak and fidgety, in our room. That aside, we couldn’t have asked for a friendlier host in Karen who made sure my parents enjoy themselves and who also dished out tips on the best coffeeshop in the ‘hood to get breakfast at (to-die-for curry mee and wanton mee, yums).
Ren i Tang
82-A, Lebuh Penang, 10200 George Town, Penang, Malaysia
It was slightly hilarious listening to a grandma from Florida ask her tour guide about the French health care system today on the premises of a museum that used to be a hospital.
Hôtel-Dieu de Beaune
Rue de l’Hôtel Dieu, 21200 Beaune, France
In the spirit of today’s jour férié, here’s a photo of an aunt with her pet dove and one of my favorite WWI poems. Never forget.