Paris, day 7: Perfume and and a mediocre meal

It’s been raining cats and dogs all day, and so there are many poodles to avoid. This mandated another indoor thing to do, which involved getting a late start and then wandering the Place Madeleine to find the Place Édouard-VII, a small square in the Ninth Arrondissement built in 1913 and named for King Edward VII, the son of Queen Victoria.

Edward was considered the most French of modern English kings, and one tourist site gives this information (probably a translation from the French):

King Edward VII, made himself the artisan of the Entente Cordiale, between France and England. Paris which he appreciated above all the spirit, gastronomy and women, paid homage to him in 1913. The young Paul Landowski wished to register here, far from the style of his Saint Geneviève or the Christ of Corcovado.  In the great tradition of the equestrian statue. The king, guiding his horse calmly, is represented in his role as chief of the armies. He carries, executed with realism, the uniform of Marshal who befits his rank: helmet with panache, coat, jacket probably red barred with a scarf and adorned with decorations, white panties and boots of rider. The choice of this classical iconography also echoes the portraits commissioned by the Sovereign in his own country. It is that it is indeed an official portrait, to express the nobility and the power, in the center of a place strictly authorised.

At the end of the  18C, there were built  18 private hotels in the  rue Caumartin, a few steps from the Boulevard des Capucines, which was then a place of promenade established on ancient fortifications dating back to King Louis XIII. In the 19C, in the purest Haussmann tradition, this boulevard had seen the erection of monumental buildings of five floors. Finally, in 1913, Nénot, the architect of the new Sorbonne and the Palais de la League des Nations in Geneva, had pierced a street in a piecemeal gap in order to carry out an extensive urban and real estate program. A street that was to take the name of Edward VII, in homage to the King of England who had worked so much in the Franco-British rapprochement.

Some photos:

The statue in the square:

The Théâtre Édouard VII, which you can glimpse in the panorama above. The photo below is from Wikipedia, which also notes:

Important figures in the arts, cinema and theatre have performed there, including Orson Welles, Eartha Kitt, and more. Pablo Picasso created props for a play at the Théâtre Edouard VII in 1944.

The Théâtre de l’Athénée. Converted from another building in 1894 and renovated in 1996, it saw debuts of plays by, among others, Oscar Wilde (Salomé), Jean Giraudoux, and Jean Genet.

After a wander round the fancy interior of the Edward VII theater (we weren’t allowed to see the main stage and hall), we tried to visit the nearby Musée du Parfum, or Perfume Museum, run by the Fragonard Company. Unfortunately, it was closed, so we had a look at the perfume store, and I bought a few scented soaps (my one cosmetic vanity).

Perfumes and soaps (the sticks in the last row enable you to smell the scent without putting it on):

I can’t resist selfies in weird mirrors:

A late start, and so it was time for lunch, heading toward the Third Arrondissement from the Opera. On the way, I photographed one of the gilded figures atop the Opera:

The restaurant was an old favorite of mine, the Ambassade d’Auverge, featuring the cooking of that area of south-central France. When I lived here in 1989 and was relatively impecunious, this counted as a fancy restaurant. The food has been consistently good, but there have been high and low periods. Sadly, today’s meal appeared to be at a low period.

The restaurant:

A YouTube video of the restaurant. Here you can see them making the restaurant’s speciality: aligot, a mixture of mashed potatoes and lots of cheese. It is “stretched” for the diner before it’s served, to demonstrate the high titer of cheese in the dish:

The interior. Note the d*g; canids are allowed in restaurants in France. Sometimes they’re even given food by the restaurant.

Pork rillettes to start:

Entrées:

Trio of smoked fish: salmon, trout and cod. This was pronounced mediocre.

Warm lentil salad with bacon. This is always an excellent dish, made with green lentils of Puy and bacon bits, doused with a dressing made from mustard and pork fat.

Les plats:

Parmentier de confit de canard au foie gras. Again, pronounced so-so:

My sausage with aligot. The potatoes were very good but the sausage below par: pre-cooked and barely warmed before serving.

Stretching the potatoes for two tables of diners, including us:

We did not try the cheeses, but here are the four on tap, including a Bleu d’Auvergne, a Cantal, and a Fourme D’Ambert:

The wine, a Saint-Pourçain, had considerable floating sediment, and the carafe of water smelled faintly of fish. Given all this, we pronounced the meal a semi-disaster and decided to skip dessert, heading instead for pastries at Isabelle’s and Aux Merveilleux de Fred.

My pastries. A small kouglof from Isabelle’s:

And a chocolate merveilleux from Fred’s. Both of these were fantastic, especially the merveilleux, which had two meringues sandwiched around a cream filling sitting atop a biscuit, all sprinkled with chocolate and topped with whipped cream. This was incredibly good, and I now know why the Parisian dowager I followed out of the shop the other day started eating hers on the street—something rarely seen in this city.

A cross-section of this pastry from NancyBuzz:

A bad meal made good by desserts.

22 Comments

  1. Posted March 1, 2020 at 12:51 pm | Permalink

    Jerry, thanks for your marvelous reports. It has been an enjoyable trip; reading about and seeing photos of your adventure. GROG

  2. ED HESSLER
    Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:19 pm | Permalink

    I hope you remember when you were a kid that puddles (poodles as you so lovingly put it) were NOT to be avoided. I still find myself smiling when I notice kids stomping in them as they walk down the sidewalk.

    I am curious about the streets. They appear cleaner with less litter than streets on this side of the pond. Are they?

  3. Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:24 pm | Permalink

    The pattern impressed into the mashed potatoes reminds me of one of those Ediacaran fossils.

  4. ThyroidPlanet
    Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:27 pm | Permalink

    “It’s been raining cats and dogs all day, and so there are many poodles to avoid.”

    Ah – plenty of felids to hold then… I don’t know a word to match rainy weather… and I never heard that witticism before, well done.

    • ThyroidPlanet
      Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:54 pm | Permalink

      Or perhaps: plenty of felids to look down upon us with disapproval

  5. Steve Gerrard
    Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:43 pm | Permalink

    The food sounded okay even with the elaborate cheese stretching activity, right up until “the carafe of water smelled faintly of fish.” Not so okay then.

    • Posted March 1, 2020 at 2:16 pm | Permalink

      It is probably tap water containing chloramine. Common and harmless. Best to order bottled water.

      • ThyroidPlanet
        Posted March 1, 2020 at 2:33 pm | Permalink

        Trichloramine is the reaction product of urea and chlorine: https://youtu.be/S32y9aYEzzo

        … in common terms, pool aroma is because of pee and sweat.

        • ThyroidPlanet
          Posted March 1, 2020 at 3:00 pm | Permalink

          Specifically hypochlorous acid not chlorine.

  6. Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:48 pm | Permalink

    What’s worse than raining cats and dogs?

    • ThyroidPlanet
      Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:53 pm | Permalink

      Raining cats and dogs and whales?

      Snowing cats and dogs?

      Hailing a cab?

  7. merilee
    Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:53 pm | Permalink

    Gotta try making that aligot. The lentils with bacon look divine.

  8. merilee
    Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:57 pm | Permalink

    https://www.tastingtable.com/cook/recipes/Pommes-Aligot-Recipe

    Aligot recipe.

  9. rickflick
    Posted March 1, 2020 at 1:59 pm | Permalink

    I would be tempted to go to the pastry shops first (and possibly stay all afternoon).

    • merilee
      Posted March 1, 2020 at 2:16 pm | Permalink

      Me, too. After college a girlfriend and I drove all over Europe for about five months. We stayed on the cheap but always saved up enough money and appetite for the pastry shops when we were in France and Vienna. The Italian and Spanish pastries were not that exciting, except for the Spanish flan.

      • rickflick
        Posted March 1, 2020 at 2:35 pm | Permalink

        The stress of such a trip might cause weight loss. So you were probably balancing your diet by binging on sweets. So, that’s a good thing. 😎

        • merilee
          Posted March 1, 2020 at 2:37 pm | Permalink

          Great minds🤓

          • rickflick
            Posted March 1, 2020 at 4:38 pm | Permalink

            Indeed.

  10. Steve Pollard
    Posted March 1, 2020 at 5:17 pm | Permalink

    Great pics and narrative as usual; many thanks.

    I thought I knew a fair bit about the history of my country, but I have to admit that Edward VII’s white panties had previously passed me by.

  11. Kurt Helf
    Posted March 2, 2020 at 12:35 pm | Permalink

    I’ve really enjoyed your Parisian travelogue. Day 6’s dining experience was a particularly thrilling read! I sent a link to my friends with whom I went to Paris in 2016. I was the one who suggested d’Chez eux to you. I went there during the trip in 2016 and it was one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten. I’m so disappointed you’re not going. Safe travels!

    • Posted March 2, 2020 at 12:37 pm | Permalink

      Yeah, bummer. We had reservations and everything, and I was juiced. But I will go next time, and that’s a certainty. Thanks for the recommendation!


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