Paris on a spring Tuesday

The day started ominously. We must be living in the only part of Paris that doesn't have a boulangerie or patisserie within stumbling distance, which is real worry early in the morning!
What the dickens are we supposed to eat with our coffee?
Which reminds me - let's stop whining about quality and cost of our coffee in Oz because the coffee here is plain ordinary and cost, when converted to AUD, $5.50.
No, we ordered nothing special and yes that is the normal price.
Back to what to eat early in the morning when your apartment is in the asiatic quarter, we'd call it Chinatown except here they have all Asians into the same area, of Paris.

Obviously you can eat most of the things we know and love in Melbourne with a couple of interesting spins on it all. The quality looks far less acceptable than at our end of the world and everything that is wrapped in any type of  pastry is a "ravioli".
Gyoza, dim sum, pork buns etc. etc. are chinois or japonais or coréen or vietnamien ravioli.
I'm surprised the Italians haven't started a war with the French over this not so little naming indiscretion!

We had a patiserrie, Boulangerie du Pain et des Idees, we wanted to visit so of we went to satisfy our need for breakfast and tick off yet another "must do" item. Photo has been included to satisfy some of the readers of this blog. By the by, the cakes and bread from this place are so good that it means that it's always full.

In between the down pours that reminded us of home, and on the way to Boulangerie du Pain et des Idees we went to Marche Saint Quentin, only 15 minutes lazy walk away.
It's one of Paris' oldest covered markets and you could live like a total gourmand from what comes out of this little-ish market. Click on the link to see what it's like.

In the afternoon we decided to "get a bug out of Tiz's bonnet".
What bug you ask?
Well, the last time we were here we stayed in Montmartre, only ~500mtrs from the Moulin Rouge.
We went every which way from our apartment except past Moulin Rouge.
Only after we left did she reveal here disappointment in not getting a picture of her in front of Moulin Rouge.
That's not a big ask by any means so we diecided that this trip would include said photo.

Off we went, in the intermittent showers, and initially in the wrong direction (yes, it was my fault) but we eventually got there. It's still as tawdry and tacky as it's ever been and it now has even more smutty shops around it than it did in the past, but we have a selfie to show that we were there. Proof pic
attached.

On the way home we stopped at the previously mentioned market and stocked up on bread, wine, fruit and cheeses for dinner.

A walk after dinner and few TV shows should see us drift off to the land of zzzzzzz as very contented travelers.