The Men of Montorgueil
It's no secret that I love Rue Montorgueil. Both of the apartments we rent are situated within a stone's throw because I know I'll spend a majority of my time there buying cheese, bread, fruit, fish and kick-ass rotisserie chicken that will be stuffed into a paper bag with those to-die-for bacon-y, crispy potatoes. If Paris is a moveable feast, then Montorgueil is the comfort food. Things are always bustling there, but they never change. I could have taken these photographs three years ago, and I expect - and hope - that three years from now they will look much the same. That chess game? It's been going on for as long as I can remember. At a time when much of Paris is changing so rapidly (a Starbucks has opened at the North end of the Street, a Kiehl's at the South end), these guys are old school in every right way. The men of Montorgueil are lively, engaged, knowledgeable and never stop moving. In fact, the only time I've seen them stand still is when they're stationed in front of their shops greeting customers and announcing promos. The pace at which they work is inspiring: They inquire, they help, they identify, they sell. And they sell hard. I usually go to La Fermette (top 2 photos) for just one or two cheeses, and happily return home with three or four. I may have spent more, but the curation is impeccable, and the cheese guys would never allow anyone to "buy the wrong thing." They know their stuff, and they know that they know it. And that's hot. My friend Lindsey shares my love of Rue Montorgueil and its men, and is celebrating them on her blog as well, here. Because, you know, you need some more manly eye candy, right? Here's to the proprietors, the waiters and the chess dudes.