After I
check out of my hotel, I stroll through the neighborhood and lovely park that’s
not far from my hotel. I could hear tennis being played nearby, and wandered
over to find people playing on a clay tennis court – which I’ve never seen in
the U.S. Nearby I found a stand selling pastries, so I grabbed some sort of
deliious ham & cheese pastry, and sat and ate – and watched people stroll
by.
Eventually
I meandered on, taking the long route toward the train station, and passed an
inordinate number of hair salons – all open, but quite empty. There also seems
to be an architect shop on almost every block too – with the fascinating 3-D
miniatures of their projects displayed in the front window.
Maybe I’m
uninformed of current trends, but here I have seen modernized versions of
old-style perambulators quite frequently – which add to the ambiance of these
charming old neighborhoods. If the moms had been toting parasols, it would have
been perfect.
In due time
I get to the Basel Train Station, which is huge (30+ tracks) and has a large
numer of shops and eateries. I grab some Pelligrino for my 4-hour train ride,
and stroll through shops until time to board my train.
After a random
unexplained delay, I arrive in Paris and get to my hotel – this time, right in
the heart of Paris. It’s late, so I grab a Lebanese sandwich – and order
Lebanese Cheesecake called Knefeh, which is nothing like cheesecake but is
actually Cheese Cake. It’s more like a light cornbread with melted mozzarella –
served warm so the cheese is still melty – then drizzled with a simple syrup.
It was interesting and good – but you’ll never find this stuff at The
Cheesecake Factory.
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