By Joe Ray
Signs that summer is officially over in France are everywhere: Parisians, a curiously thin-blooded breed, are even justifiably wearing sweaters and jackets (though they pulled the scarves out a couple weeks ago, bien sûr), the leaves in the Palais Royal garden are a depressing mix of green and brown, and yesterday on the Champs-Elysées, it was cold enough that all of the tables on the terrace outside of Fouquet’s – a.k.a. people watching heaven - were ornamental.
La rentrée – the post-summer return to school, work and life - is in full swing. After a month of gathering dust, keyboards in France arenow clicking a gogo; the projects nobody was thinking about a month ago are underway. Suddenly, life moves fast again.
After a month on vacation, I fall into the same jarring trap. In the middle of it all, a group of good friends I haven’t seen formonths asks me to join them for lunch.
“No time!” screams a little voice in my head.
“No money!” says another.
“I’ll meet you there,” I say, ignoring them both.
Twenty minutes later, we are encased in a little bubble Chez Janou. Vincent’s wife is pregnant again, Seb is laughing and Calou, having just worked a week in Lourdes, is cracking jokes about the Pope. Four prix-fixe menus, a bottle of wine and everything is OK again.
Later, I swing by to pick up a fax that Rose, who runs the show at Chez Lucette in the 17th, is holding for me. She’s got a vendor in and I see her for all of 30 seconds, but she sends me off with a kiss on each cheek that cracks so loud my ears pop. Stars officially realigned, I leave and walk down the street with a smile glued to my face.
Chez Janou : 2, Rue Roger Verlhomme 75003 PARIS 03. Tel: 01 42 72 28 41 Map
Chez Lucette, 43, rue de la Jonquière 75017 Paris Tel : 01 46 27 72 54 Map
Joe Ray is the author of the blog, Eating The Motherland and contributes to the Boston Globe's Travel blog, Globe-Trotting
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