9 carrefour de l’Odéon – 75006 Paris, France.
Le Comptoir is a popular French bistro located in the 6th arrondissement of Paris in St Germain. I Googled recommended restaurants to dine alone, but, don’t feel sorry for me as I found the perfect place. I was able to skip the long waiting line because I just needed a table for 1.
The restaurant that came up in my search was called L’avant Comptoir which is standing room only. However, because I wanted to enjoy the people watching and 3 courses I walked a few steps away to Le Comptoir. Both restaurants are owned by the same family just next door to each other.
Le Comptoir was full of Americans and bilingual staff. I asked the waitress for menu recommendations and she didn’t lead me astray! I started with a glass of white wine, Bien sur. Next course was Foie Gras, a French staple. Later I would find out this choice did not sit well with me… I’ll leave it at that. Luckily, I was able to easily continue on to the next course. Cochon De lait Braise de roti lentilles de ragout was outstanding and highly recommended. I’ll admit it does not look like much but it definitely favorably ignited my pallet. I’m a sucker for some apple pie a la mode. The next course, dessert, is the French version of Apple pie called Tarte Fine aux Pomme, Glace Vanille. Amazing choice. Even though they charged me for water although I’m sure I said sink water and the Foie Gras was not my jam I highly recommend Le Comptoir! I will definitely check it out the next time I’m in Paris. Check out the menu, prices, and pictures of my plates below!
I’m missing France, especially the South of France. I miss the beach. Perhaps the company or attention…. I’m missing all of it but who wouldn’t. I thought of 100 ways I could go back there this afternoon but none of them worked in reality. So I’m here looking at pictures I took just a few weeks ago. Now I’m across the world back in the USA. Don’t get me wrong I appreciate having my own bed, car, a paycheck and the option to fall back on my first language but the beach neva’ did anything wrong to me and I miss it. That is all.
In the past, I held on to everything. Old receipts (where the print had become virtually undetectable), obscure electronic plugins that I have no idea what electronic item they actually attached to, old clothes, socks and earrings without a match. EVERYTHING! However, at the age of 36 years old I was seemingly ready for a new life. It seems so easy writing it now, I’m ready for a NEW LIFE, yeahhhhhhhh! READY 123. But it was probably the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life.
This life transition was a process that had started before I even knew it began. I wasn’t really as ready as I believed. I think I started to become aware I just signed up for a life change and I was in the middle of the transition when I had been working on a real estate project for Tiny houses. The Tiny house project inspired me to research this minimalist lifestyle. That’s when I found the movie Minimalism on Netflix. The movie was a game changer. I began to slowly get rid of small items in my environment and clear my space. Again I had no idea the journey I was embarking on. I thought I was just doing some research!
After months of delays and project setbacks, the tiny house deal fell through. Okay more like I fell through the deal. A change of direction was abruptly implemented, the change was me. More on that painful but needed life lesson later! That wasn’t the real journey. I was still on the journey I was intended to be on, the one I didn’t know …I was on. I just didn’t know that the tiny house project was simply a catalyst for change that helped me focus on my true journey. Comprenez vous? I had to separate from the project I was entangled in because I never would have let go if the choice was left up to me. I wish there was another way but I have trouble letting go….
Back on my journey, the one that I didn’t know I signed up for or couldn’t find the initial details to what I was to do exactly but I began to move on to what I felt in my heart. I followed my gut. My last words after my… let’s call it “a change in direction” was I want to travel and write. I started to see what else could be eliminated from my life and how I was going to do that. I needed to eliminate everything that was holding me back from my future. It was a deal I never wanted to make. I would be fine just continuing on in my life as it was, but it wasn’t the life that was intended! So after being pushed to the corner just before the ledge, I jumped, I let go screaming & kicking all the way …UP.
“The truth is unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Finally, I received a 12-month visa to France. But A lot has changed in the months that I set out to move to France for 12 months. I put so much work into getting the visa that I feel a celebration is in order, however…. at this time the 12 months stay in France has been reduced to just 6-weeks! I know- that’s great! I don’t know a lot of people that would complain about spending 6 weeks in France. My plan was to sell everything become a Minimalist, practice and learn fluent French, and write my books. I needed the 12 months!! Now I am scurrying to do everything in the time I have. By “scurry” I mean sleeping in and staying up watching french tv all night.
None the less- I managed to join a writing group and start writing in a span of 7 days. Perhaps this 6-week “time constraint” was the way it was intended all along…!
Let me share my experiences and travel stories as a solo traveler in France, well by solo I mean traveling with my dog Webster and I! Welcome.