Monday September 29, 2025. Our 8th day in Paris. The day began chilly (49F) but sunny and a cloudless light blue sky. This being a Monday the indoor market is closed and there is no outdoor market. And many small businesses, like the corner boulangerie, are also closed.
Today our focus was meeting with our friend Marie B. and visiting Père-Lachaise Cemetery. Back in 2006 I met Marie through our shared passion -- some might say obsession -- with this cemetery. For me it began with photo-documenting the sculpture, every single bit of it that I could find. And Marie helped direct me to so many pieces I might not have found otherwise. I spent many a day here systematically going from division to division until I had completed all 97 of them ultimately resulting in a guide to the artwork in Père-Lachaise.
We discovered this morning that we had no hot water and reached out to our host. We were informed when we checked in that the heat was controlled by the building administrator and would not be turned on until October. We just learned this morning that the hot water is also centrally controlled as well. Our host replied that there is a problem with the building's water heating system and several technicians will be out this morning. "This should be solved hopefully before the end of the day." And sure enough it was.
As they would say here, pas de problem.
We had a leisurely morning of coffee, fruit and cheese.
I took the opportunity to recharge Susie's Navigo pass for today. (Technical stuff you can skip but I want to remember.) We have had our passes for some years now and I recharged them with a weekly pass when we first got here. You can put the Navigo on your iPhone but one has to create an account which was another whole layer of hassle that seemed unnecessary since we had the passes already. I did a 10-pack of tickets to my iPhone (rather than recharge my Navigo - don't ask) and will use that for the next couple of days. I'll have to recharge Susan's pass again tomorrow for our final day in the city before heading out to the airport Wednesday.
It was soon time to make our way to Père-Lachaise and our meetup with Marie B. We walked over to the nearest no. 86 bus stop which would take us to Nation. When we boarded Susan had no problem with her daily Navigo of course, but the tickets I had on my phone didn't work on the bus! The driver didn't care and just waved me on board. When we mentioned this to Marie later over lunch she was quite dumbfounded. And reading the small print so to speak it turns out that if you buy the tickets online via the app it's for EITHER the Metro and Train OR Bus and Tram. Crazy.
Anyway, my iPhone tickets worked fine on the Metro, which we took from Nation to the Philippe Auguste stop and the cemetery.
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| exiting the Metro at Philippe Auguste |
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| stopped to pick up some flowers for Sophie, Jane, Emilie and Marie |
Marie's train was a bit delayed so we waited for a few minutes near the cemetery office. Marie soon joined us and off we went strolling somewhat aimlessly through the largest green space in historic Paris. I did have a few graves I wanted to see, we needed to pay our respects to Sophie Blanchard, Jane Avril, and Emilie Lavalette, and I had a list of several I wanted to find. The latter proved a bit more challenging than the former -- we know where those women are buried of course -- but we did manage to find a couple more that I had on my list.
A quick aside - if you've ever eaten potatoes in France you really should stop in D39 and say hello to Antoine Parmentier. He has a street and Metro stop named after him and for good reason. It was he who persuaded the French to take up the potato. . . And you might consider leaving a potato for him.
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| the side entrance leading into the cemetery |
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| a very sad recent burial |
Directly across the path from Chopin is Vivant Denon. You should probably know more about him. If you've been in the Louvre you're halfway there.
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| Vivant Denon in D10 |
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| Fernand Arbelot in D11 |
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| Sophie Blanchard in D13 |
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| Jane Avril in D19 |
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| Antoine Parmentier in D39 |
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| Emilie Lavalette in D36 |
The three us were starting to feel hunger pangs so we made our way back out of the cemetery and headed in the direction of the Metro. Just across from the Metro stop were a couple of cafès so we grabbed a table and chairs outside Aperonome enjoying the warm sun. The service was friendly, the food was somewhat lackluster but the wines were chilled and it was the company that made the afternoon so enjoyable.
The next couple of hours were full; of stories, catching up, idle chit chat perhaps to some, but we always enjoy Marie's company. She is full of fascinating tales, certainly about so many people buried in Père-Lachaise, but she is also incredibly well-travelled and still continues to teach school!
After saying adieu to Marie in the Metro -- she was heading one direction and Susie and I the other -- we took the no. 2 to Nation changed to the no. 6 and got off at Daumesnil. Our objective was simply to find an access to the Promenade Plantée. Also called the Coulée Verte René-Dumont this wonderful urban park replaced the old local train line that once went under the Gare de Bastille (long gone) to Vincennes. We had a long block walk to the gated stairs and then down into the old railway cut that led us through a wonderful tunnel and along luscious paths of green until we made our way up onto the old viaduc.
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| entrances are usually nondescript and access is rarely signed |
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| tunnel walled with several small waterfalls and collecting pools |
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| leaving the railway bed rising to the upper level of the railway |
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| there was actually a toilette along the way |
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| a class of students painting, some more so than others it seemed |
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| an old trestle bridge and an exit down |
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| the old viaduct (viaduc) consisting of mostly shops although we saw quite a few empty storefronts |
We left the promenade near our apartment at avenues Dausmenil and Diderot and strolled up Daumesnil past the viaduc for a few blocks. Our apartment was quite close actually, just a few blocks with a stop at Franprix for a couple of things. We were pleased to discover the hot water was available again, although more accurately it was warm water. Otherwise we relaxed until time for supper.
That evening we walked up rue de Cotte to another Vietnamese restaurant, Do & Riz for our evening meal. Our host had told us this was one of the more popular spots in the neighborhood and every time we walked by we couldn't help but notice the queue waiting to get in. But it was a slow night -- at least when we got there - although by the time we left the joint was, as they say, jumpin'!
The food was wonderful, so tasty, refreshing and nutritious.
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| the kitchen was stretched along the hall leading to the sitting area |
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| we shared spring rolls |
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| Susie had chicken, veggies and noodles and I had Bo Bun chicken |
We'll see what tomorrow brings. Stay tuned!
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