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Weekend Fun Times

Monday, January 16th, 2012

I was thrilled to be living in Paris this weekend – we had amazing weather with very cold temperatures but crisp blue skies and the occasional puffy white cloud. I love this weather as everything glistens with the icy frosts and sparkling sunlight. So pretty.

After my run on Saturday morning, I decided I deserved to eat whatever I wanted that afternoon and so headed to my favourite cafe – Kooka Boora – for a coffee and a piece of cake. Somewhat unfortunately, over the past few weeks, the owners of Kooka Boora have decided to renovate and have installed new furniture. The comfy couches have been removed and replaced with pine box seats, lots of tables and little wooden stools. While it looks cool, it is now a very difficult space to navigate and everyone is sitting on top of each other. It is far less comfortable and is now clearly designed for people to come, eat and leave, rather than sit around reading a book for a few hours with a cup of coffee. Pity. It will still be good in summer when the outdoor tables are available but the new indoor layout isn’t really doing it for me.

Anyway, the guy taking orders was in a very generous and somewhat flirtatious mood and insisted on giving me a HUGE piece of blueberry cake. I can’t say it was an issue for me – their cakes are really very tasty. So this was my Fun Times Count Down item #6.1 as I had already been for a long run that day which counted as my fun item for Saturday.

Blueberry cake

That's a big slice.

Sunday was a quiet day for me but as I sat inside talking to my parents on Skype, I became increasingly aware of how great it looked outside. So after lunch I grabbed my book and went in search of a sunny seat in the park or along the canal, for my Fun Times Count Down Item #7. Unfortunately I forgot that while the sun might be shining, 5 degrees is still bloody cold, and no matter how sunny a spot I found, I couldn’t sit still for long as my bottom would freeze to the chair. So instead I took photos of the canal for you to see how pretty it was (although please excuse the poor quality of my phone camera) and then went shopping. I bought myself two books – one with sewing projects, the other about handmade products that have been designed by artists around the world. More inspiration.

Canal Saint Martin

So pretty.

Tom came and joined me and we went and had a cup of tea at a BoBo-tastic cafe/bar near the canal called Le Comptoir General. It is a big shed-like-space with lots of couches, tables, chairs and knickknacks lying around. It is very hippy-chic and the local BoBos love it. My cup of tea was over priced and that yucky green tea that tastes like seaweed. Tom’s hot chocolate was over priced and only half of his already small cup was filled. So we weren’t that impressed. While the space was interesting, I’m not sure I will rush back for more tea.

Comptoir General

BoBo-nified

GREATEST DISCOVERY EVER!

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

I’m very excited. On Monday afternoon I wanted to go and sit in a cafe with a book and a good coffee. Most parts of this equation are easy to fulfil – I had myself, a book and there are lots of cafes in Paris to choose from. The biggest hurdle was the GOOD coffee. Generally speaking, coffee in France is bad. Luckily for me, I am a black coffee drinker so I don’t have the difficulties of trying to order a coffee with milk or froth or chocolate dust. Despite this, the coffee is usually too bitter or basically just instant coffee. No grinding of beans here!

I wanted to explore new territory – I am currently reading about Napoleon Bonaparte in my book and if anyone inspires exploration, it is him. I checked a few Paris blogs to see if anyone could suggest a good cafe and found Hip Paris’s article about the best coffee in Paris. Yes please.

One of the suggested cafes isn’t far from my place and Tom and I had walked past a few months ago, laughed at the name  and saunted off with a ‘we’re too cool for that because we’re Australian and know that’s not how you spell Kookaburra’ kind of a swagger. Turns out “Kooka Boora” was too cool for us.

Kooka Boora Cafe

Kooka Boora Cafe

When I arrived at the cafe, I almost fainted as I read the menu and saw two words – ‘Long’ and ‘Black’. I have dreamed of these words since I left Perth and seeing them brought tears to my eyes and I almost saluted. I then almost died when I drank it as it wasn’t a long black that had been “France-ified” and made bad – it was REAL. And it was GOOD.

Long black coffee

Perfect size, perfect colour, perfect consistency = delicious coffee

To celebrate the fact that I had discovered a trendy cafe with comfy couches, big windows with views of Sacre Coeur, and oh-so-delicious coffee, I ordered a brownie. In no other country in the world would a brownie turn into molten chocolate when ‘zapped’ – it was awesome. Ridiculously sweet and I had a chocolate headache by the end of it, but my Monday afternoon was pure heaven.

Brownie

Look at it oozing...

It was so good I couldn’t concentrate on my book. I was too busy eavesdropping on the mostly english speaking, yet very culturally mixed crowd who came through the cafe to grab a takeaway or to sit with their laptops and do work. I wanted to introduce myself to everyone and ask if they needed writers. I also nearly applied for a job at the cafe – it’s that cool.

View from Kooka Boora Cafe

You can't get a more 'French' view than that – an old lady and lovers on benches.