Part of this visit to Paris was a trip down Memory Lane. I wanted to make a pilgrimage to Avenue Mozart, which was home to the late Jean-Pierre Rampal. I wanted especially to drop into my favorite Paris patisserie on the block where he lived, called (in his honor as well as Mozart's ) “A la Flute Enchantee” – at least it was my favorite patisserie in 1972, the last time I ate one of their divine almond cookies.
Um, that was 1972. This is 2009. He doesn’t live their any more. In fact, il est mort. When I arrived at the corner of Rue du Ranelagh and Avenue Mozart, I wasn’t sure whether to turn right or left. So I went left. Didn’t see the place. Could it have turned into a dry cleaners or a real estate office? I walked to the end of the street and then backtracked. Then I kept walking and still nothing.
Well, that’s not quite true. I passed the most amazing seafood stall I’ve ever seen in my life, and they allowed me to photograph the place. I mean check these guys out!
Then I walked another few blocks, and as the numbers got smaller and smaller, I was afraid that time and progress had closed the little bakery down. Oh well.
And then I saw it!
I went in, bought a huge almond cookie and a loaf of fruit bread, they let me take some photos, and I left happy.
Now, I know that some of you will think I’m nuts spending a sunny spring afternoon in Paris stalking almond cookies and my favorite flute teacher’s ghost.
But hey! What a relief to know that some things haven’t changed!