Total Sharpie convert, as of the past weekend.
Pretty pleased that we managed to sneak a visit to the headquarters of the French Communist Party right in our ‘hood during the recent journées européennes du patrimoine weekend after having walked past it countless times over the past three years. Designed by Brazilian architect Oscar Niemeyer, the building is such a sculptural futuristic beauty of a monument that it is still as relevant today — unlike the ideology it unfortunately stands for.
Espace Niemeyer – Siège du Parti Communiste Français
2, place du Colonel Fabien, 75019 Paris, France
The tracks were unfortunately under maintenance while we were there earlier this year. The mother bought some dried chilli padi and we wandered on the tracks for a bit before getting some much-needed respite from the sun. Thai iced tea it was, at the eerily-quiet railway station since no trains were running.
September in Paris and still wishing we were on holiday. If it weren’t for a very crowded Collioure that led to the lack of parking space, we wouldn’t have ventured out to the scenic walking trails along the Mediterranean coast. Surprisingly, we were the only ones walking to la Batterie de Taillefer that afternoon. It was sunny but not unbearably so (hello hat, sunscreen and Avène thermal spring water spray), the heat also made tolerable with strong gusts of winds. I think that’s probably Elne and Perpignan in the distance in the first photo.
The best seats in the house have got to be the bar stools at the counter, right in the middle of an organized chaos where chef dudes are chopping up vegetables with the kind of finesse that only comes with years of experience amid servers shouting out customer names over loud music and indecisive customers fumbling over what to order.
Like everyone else, I came for their whole roasted cauliflower — and was rightly blown away by something so humble yet ridiculously addictive. And then there was the pita. For someone who doesn’t eat pita elsewhere, I’m happy to stuff my face with the extra-fluffy pita bread at Miznon.
If you still have room for dessert, don’t forget to get the chocolate and banana pita sandwich on your way out. My only gripe: I wish they’d bring back those (complimentary) roasted chili peppers though. It’s just not the same with the chili dip.
22, rue des Ecouffes, 75004 Paris, France