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You Times Two (Ch.3)

Pairing: Marinette/Ladybug | Adrien/Chat Noir Words: 3354 Summary: Ladybug knew this was necessary. She was the Guardian. He had the Cat Miraculous. But when his suit evaporated in a glow of pale green, she sure hadn’t expected him to have something far more precious: her heart. Cross-posted: AO3 and FFN

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | ...

Recap: Previously, on You Times Two… Marinette considered growing a magnificent beard and running away to join the circus. She reflected on the ramifications of Chat Blanc, which honestly, the author is still too upset about to make light of right now. And just to top it all off, Clumsy Girl smacked Golden Boy in the face with a door, then somehow called him Chadrien. Has our favourite gal’s cover been blown? Has her kitty quite literally had some sense smacked into him? And purrhaps most importantly, is his lil’ button nose okay? You can probably hazard a guess, but read on, I say!

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Chapter Three

Adrien left Marinette in the locker room and stepped out into the morning sun, its warmth bathing his skin.

But the heat of his cheeks had a different source.

As he twisted his ring – something he often did when his brain was abuzz – he glimpsed his reflection in a tinted window, a reminder that his hair was still a bit of mess. He reached for his bangs, his thoughts drifting a minute into the past.

There'd been a light in Marinette's eyes, and a sense of ease about her, when he'd ruffled his hair.

Of course, that had only lasted a second.

And then, like Ladybug, she'd called him Chadrien.

That had to be a coincidence.

Ladybug had fumbled over her words last night, as Marinette often did.

Marinette's eyes were like the sky after a storm, a stunning shade of bluebell, just like Ladybug's. How had he not noticed that before?

His hand fell from his hair to his side, as his lips drew into a resolute line.

No, his suspicions were impossible.

Marinette was Multimouse.

She couldn't be Ladybug too.

His eyes sunk to his shoes as he continued to think of his lady. The reality was, she wasn't his lady. She never had been.

There was a thickness in his throat and a void in his eyes as he wondered—again—if things might've been different, if not for that boy. She'd said she couldn't even imagine a world without him, whoever he was.

And that hurt.

A lot.

To an extent, it had depleted his hope of something ever blooming between them. But more than that, it always made him wonder if she could say the same for him. Could she imagine a world without Chat Noir?

Truly, Adrien didn't know the answer.

His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms.

This shouldn't matter anymore.

He was dating Kagami.

Well, sort of.

The press had snapped them eating ice cream together. And yes, they'd almost kissed—but they hadn't made things official, despite what the media were saying.

Regardless, everyone thought they were official—including Kagami.

He hated this.

Not because Kagami was basically his girlfriend, but because he'd never imagined this unravelling quite as it had.

He'd imagined a rose-covered rooftop and a candlelit dinner. He'd imagined a passionate declaration and actually asking the girl to be his girlfriend. He'd imagined a night ending in a flurry of hugs and kisses and laughter.

And he'd imagined it all with Ladybug.

He buried his face in his palms, where the dent of his nails still showed.

This wasn't fair on Kagami.

But Ladybug didn't love him back. She never would.

And despite the way he felt about her, to say he didn't care for Kagami was a lie.

Kagami had always been upfront with him. Maybe that's why he'd been so drawn to her. She was assertive, strong-minded and knew exactly what she wanted.

A lot like Ladybug, a part of him whispered.

A very annoying part.

With a huff, Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose. It was still tender from its encounter with a door and for some reason, that made him smile.

Plagg peeked up at him from beneath his white overshirt. "So why'd you have to come out here to wait for your friend?"

Adrien tensed. "Plagg," he whispered, his eyes snapping around the school courtyard, finding it empty. "Hide before someone sees you." He tugged the edge of his white shirt over his kwami's head.

Of course, Plagg squeezed his way back out despite his chosen's protests. "People are blind," he whined. "Not to mention I blend in with your shirt."

Adrien heaved a sigh, yielding to Plagg's question. "I just have a lot on my mind. That's all."

"Like what, hmm?"

"Since when do you care about something that isn't cheese-related?" He was half-joking.

"Oh please," Plagg barked. "I just wanna know what's got you in such a tizz."

Adrien glowered at that and glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting Marinette to barge out of the locker room right that second. When she didn't, he looked down at Plagg. "Marinette: that's who Ladybug reminded me of last night."

Plagg groaned in time with an eye roll. "So what? Marinette's always talking nonsense. Ladybug did for one measly night!"

"But, Plagg," Adrien said, desperation seeping through his words, "this isn't the first time I've suspected she was Ladybug!"

"Have you forgotten about Kwamibuster?" Plagg grimaced. "She was Multimouse. We even saw her and Ladybug side-by-side."

A thought flashed in Adrien's eyes. "Miracle Queen," he announced, and Plagg tipped his head. "Why didn't she show up to collect the Mouse Miraculous?" He cupped his chin, glancing toward the morning sky. "Every other Miraculous Wielder did."

"She isn't a Miraculous Wielder anymore," Plagg said simply. "Ladybug told her as much after she revealed her identity to you. Or maybe she just didn't get stung by those nasty bugs."

His hopes were crushed as quickly as they'd come, and he realised how much he'd been hoping to begin with. Did he want Marinette to be Ladybug? Was that why he kept searching for reasons to suspect her?

He pursed his lips, wrestling with these ruminations and the risks that came with them. His suspicions were circumstantial, if that. And if he ever learned Ladybug's identity, it should be on her terms.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder…

"I… guess you're right, Plagg." The disappointment in his voice was thicker than glue.

"Of course, I'm right!"

Adrien tapped his lips, eyes drifting skyward once more. "And Ladybug did say we don't know each other out of costume." Though she'd also said she wouldn't tell him if they did. "You know who Ladybug is, right? From when we faced Mr Damo—The Dark Owl."

"If you're suggesting what I think you are—"

Adrien shook his head. "You know I'd never betray Ladybug's trust like that."

"Good," Plagg said, throwing his whiskers in the air, "because I couldn't tell you who she is even if I wanted to. Tikki would kill me." His paw emerged from beneath Adrien's white shirt, and he placed a thoughtful claw to his lips. "As for Ladybug's stuttering last night, maybe your identity just… took her off guard? For all you know, she was starstruck! Like that time you took me to the Aligre Market." His green eyes glided upward, glazing over, and he let out a dreamy sigh. "So… much… artisan cheese…"

Adrien gaped—and it took him at least five seconds to form words. "You… You think Ladybug could be a fan of mine?"

"It makes a lot more sense than your stupid theory."

Adrien had never even considered that possibility, but Plagg was right. It did make sense. Maybe that's why she'd freaked out.

"But," Plagg continued, "how should I know if she's a fan of yours? Just ask her at patrol tonight."

Adrien's chest tightened as he pictured that very scenario. "But what if she is a fan and freaks out again like last time?" Worry weighed on his lips. "Or what if she's not and thinks I'm arrogant and—"

The thump of a hand against wood made him jump, and Plagg vanished beneath his shirt.

"Sorry I took so long!"

He turned to find Marinette, her hair a little more frazzled. Her eyes snapped around the courtyard, not meeting his.

Oh no! Had she heard him talking?

Adrien threaded his fingers, his thumbs circling each other. "No – No problem." He swallowed and forced a small smile. "I was just – uhh…"

"Don't worry," Marinette chimed, finally looking his way. Her eyes creased as she smiled. "I stalk—uhh, talk to myself too. All the time. I mean – uhh – some of the time." She cleared her throat. "So I – uhh – guess we're both nosy—I mean crazy."

"Oh, I…" Adrien broke eye contact, glancing between her and the ground. "What did you hear?"

"N-Nothing!" Marinette shrieked, waving her hands back and forth. "Just – uh – mumbling and stuff." She looked away, her fingers drumming against the straps of her backpack. "So, umm…" She nodded towards the nearby stairs. "Class, then?"

Adrien forced a chuckle, only for his voice to crack. And now they were both blushing. "Ri-Right." He squeezed the strap of his shoulder bag with one hand and extended his other toward the stairs. "After you, then."

Marinette took a single step forward and, true to form, somehow tripped over air.

Adrien's hands were on her shoulders in an instant, barring her greeting with the ground. "Are you okay?"

"No—I mean yes!" She peeled his hands from her shoulders and practically jumped back to her full height. "I'm just – uhh – clumsy. Ha ha. I am so clumsy." She flashed an oddly wide grin, her hands flying this way and that as she spoke. "Like, the Queen of Clumsy. Any physical activity whatsoever and I am not your girl. Not by a mile. Heck, I couldn't even run a mile. Because, y'know – I'm so unfit. And clumsy. Did I mention I'm clumsy?" The second she finished her spiel, her eyes shot to her ballerina flats.

Adrien managed a laugh, despite how his brows squished together. "Uhh… Yes, you did mention that." His brows settled, but he continued to smile. "And Marinette, you're not as clumsy as you think you are."

Marinette wiped her palms across her pants. "I'm… I'm not?" she squeaked, peering up at him.

"Well, I've experienced your dancing first-hand, remember?" Adrien slid an arm around her shoulders, showing a supportive smile. "And let's not forget your fencing and ice-skating skills. Try not to sell yourself short, okay?" His arm slipped from her shoulders to rub the nape of his neck, and he laughed lightly. "But maybe do try to be more careful sometimes."

She stared at him with wide eyes. "Uh – Um – Yeah. I'll… try to be more careful."

With that, Adrien extended his hand toward the stairs. "Shall we?"

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She'd eavesdropped on Adrien and Plagg – but not on purpose!

In fact, she'd been about to shove those pesky doors aside when her name – or rather, Ladybug's name – had given her pause.

She'd only caught bits and pieces, but by the sound of it, Adrien suspected she was Ladybug. And in that moment, Chat Blanc's petrifying face had flashed through her mind. That was all the incentive she'd needed to throw him off her tracks, by deliberately tripping over air and pointing out her lack of physical prowess.

He couldn't know she was Ladybug.

Not yet.

Perhaps not ever.

Marinette quite literally shook that thought to the outskirts of her mind. Now, around Adrien, was not the time and place for it.

Instead, she panted excessively as they scaled the stairs, hoping he'd bought her 'I'm so clumsy and unfit' charade—if she could even call it that. She wasn't unfit, but she was a royal clutz, even if Adrien didn't think so.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Marinette's mind wandered elsewhere. She wasn't late thanks to an akuma, so her secret identity wasn't at risk. Did she even need to make up an excuse?

She could just say she'd slept in.

In fact, that's exactly what she'd done.

On purpose.

To avoid the very boy she was arriving late with.

A groan slipped through her lips—and of course, Adrien heard it.

"Everything okay, Marinette? You sure you're not hurt?"

"Err – Yeah! I'm – I'm fine." Her eyes flew this way and that, as she considered an excuse. "I was just… uh…"

Adrien's eyes were fixed on her and once more, she took in his mussed hair… so reminiscent of Chat Noir.

"I was just wondering what to say to Miss Bustier?"

Adrien smiled, his bangs bobbing with each step he took. "You mean, how do we explain our lateness?" He adjusted the strap of his bag, his ring in full view. "We don't. In my experience, Miss Bustier is fine as long as you apologise and don't disrupt the lesson beyond that. It's Ms Mendeleiev that's a little trickier to deal with."

"Tell me about it," Marinette muttered, only to gasp and go tense. "I mean, uhh… Yeah, I've been crate—late to her class a few times. It's never easy."

They stopped outside their classroom door, Adrien's hand returning to her shoulder. He leaned in close and this time, her unfit charade wasn't the reason her breath hitched.

"Just follow my lead, okay?"

Marinette nodded, unable to hide a slight smile at the irony. Usually, it was him that followed her lead. He just didn't know it.

Adrien offered her an encouraging smile, then eased the classroom door aside. Miss Bustier was seated at her desk, her eyes on them and her hands hovering over the keys on her laptop. Their classmates looked up from their tablets, their eyes flicking between Marinette and Adrien.

Adrien entered first. "Sorry we're late, Miss Bustier." He held the door open and snuck Marinette a supportive wink that made her cheeks burn.

This time, Marinette's stumble was unintentional as she stepped inside, feeling all eyes on her. She didn't know what was worse: the way Chloe and Lila glared daggers at her or the bug-eyed look on Alya's face.

Behind her, Adrien clicked the door shut, and she cleared her throat. "Uhh. Y-Yeah!" Her face scrunched in apology. "Sorry, Miss Bustier"—she itched her cheek—"for interrupting the lesson."

Miss Bustier nodded, showing a gracious smile. "Please take your seats and pull out your tablets. We're starting a pop quiz in a couple of minutes."

Adrien and Marinette nodded in sync, and he gracefully claimed his seat.

Her?

She tripped on the first step, greeted the second with her shin, and crawled the rest of the way. Once she was in her seat, her panic-struck eyes shot to Miss Bustier, only to be met by a knowing smile.

A sigh of relief slipped from Marinette's lips as she placed her backpack on her desk.

That relief was short-lived.

Alya leaned into her personal bubble, rocking a smirk. "Girl," she whispered, her eyes narrow with amusement. "Start. Talking."

Marinette played dumb. "About what?" she whispered back, hunched behind her backpack to avoid Miss Bustier's stare.

Alya rolled her eyes. "Seriously? You and Adrien just showed up to class together. Late. With super messy hair." She raised a brow. "There's gotta be a story there!"

"There's no story, Alya," she said through a sigh.

"Oh, come on." Alya eyed her from behind her tablet, her smirk growing. "Did you two finally make out in the utility closet?"

"ALYA!" Marinette screeched, somehow knocking her bag over the back of her desk. It brushed Adrien's back as it descended toward the wooden floor, meeting it with a dull thud.

"Marinette," said Miss Bustier, looking up from her laptop to send her a stern look, "if you arrive late, I expect you to do it discreetly."

She stooped her head low. "Sorry, Miss Bustier!"

Adrien turned in his chair - his tablet already laid out on his desk - and with a sympathetic smile, he heaved her bag off the floor. She nodded her thanks as he placed it on the desk. Only when he turned back to his tablet did she shoot Alya a glare.

"We both just happened to be late," she quietly growled, "and I kinda forgot to brush my hair, so Adrien messed his up to make me feel better. And to save us interrupting class twice, we decided to show up together." The slightest smirk Alya still showed only had her eyes rolling. "Need I remind you he's dating Kagami?"

That swept the smugness from her face. "All riiiight, I believe you." She watched, her eyes squinting in thought, as Marinette pulled her tablet from her backpack. "But hey, speaking of dating… How're things going with Luka?" Of course, her teasing smile returned; it never did seem to be gone for long. "Maybe it's him you're smooching in a closet, hmm?"

Thoughts of last night swarmed to the forefront of Marinette's mind, and her stomach churned at the reminder of Luka. "I… No! We're just hanging out." She set her backpack on the floor and turned back to her tablet, bringing up their pop quiz with a shaky finger.

Alya turned to her own tablet. "So, does that mean you guys haven't kissed yet?"

Marinette's cheeks flushed pink and she shook her head excessively. "Don't you think I'd tell you if we had?"

Alya lightly elbowed Marinette's side. "When it comes to you, girl, I never know what to think."

Briefly, she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Okay. Fair point, but trust me, Alya, if I ever get a boyfriend, you'll be the first to know."

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Usually, sitting behind Adrien was a blessing.

Today, it was a curse.

No matter how hard she tried, Marinette's eyes kept drifting to the boy ahead of her. She studied the curve of his broad shoulders, recalling all the times she'd seen them wrapped in leather. She strained her ears each time he spoke and now it was impossible to unhear her partner. And during last period, when Alya struck up a conversation with him, she caught her eyes travelling the defined arc of his jaw.

Now that she knew he was Chat Noir, she just couldn't unsee it.

"So, Adrien," Alya was saying, leaning over her desk. "You gonna come play Ultimate Mecha Strike III tomorrow?" She glanced between the two boys ahead. "I might also pull out Just Dance if I'm feeling a little bit groovy," she added, shimmying in her seat.

"Yeah, Alya!" Adrien said, his face alight. "I'll definitely be there this time!"

Marinette bolted upright in her seat, horror flashing across her face.

"Good to hear," Alya said beside her.

"Yeah! Would you believe my father said yes for a change?" Adrien tapped his lips, his eyes wandering up to the ceiling. "He's been in a pretty good mood lately… I think." He looked back at Alya, smiling. "Kagami's excited too. And maybe a bit nervous. She hasn't really hung out with more than a couple of friends at a time."

A splash of pity washed over Marinette. It'd been a while since her last orange juice outing with Kagami and she knew those meet-ups meant a lot to her. For a moment, she considered arranging another one.

That thought was quickly crushed by the glaring reminder that sat before her - otherwise known as Adrien Agreste.

Chat Noir.

Kagami's boyfriend.

She pulled her arms across her torso, her eyes sinking to the dented surface of her desk. She was almost certain a catch up with Kagami would end tragically. Heck, it would probably start tragically too—at least while her knowledge of Chat's identity was still fresh.

Adrien and Kagami's relationship had been – still was – extremely hard to swallow. Knowing Kagami's boyfriend was also Chat Noir somehow seemed to make things more complicated. And now that she thought about it, it was no wonder Chat had flirted with Ryuko last week, during their brief fight with Loveater.

Marinette had a feeling she'd continue to be struck by realisations like this for at least a few weeks. Understandable, considering she's been unknowingly crushing on her superhero partner this whole time. She barely bit back a groan at that lovely reminder. It sounded like the punchline of a very bad joke. Or maybe she was the punchline?

"I'm excited for Kagami to be a bigger part of our friend group," Alya was saying, a teasing lilt in her voice as she continued. "Especially now that you two are an item." She elbowed Marinette, prompting a wince. "Isn't that right, girl?"

Rubbing her aching side, Marinette grinned a little too widely at the boys seated below her. At any other time, the red that crept across Adrien's cheeks would've been adorable. Now, it twisted her heart.

"I – Uhh. Yeah." She hoped her smile seemed genuine, at least to Adrien. "I can – I mean, I can't wait!"

#ml fic #miraculous ladybug #you times two #adrinette #marichat #ladynoir #ladrien

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theradical-outlook · 3 years ago

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Euro-Area Inflation Seen Peaking at 4.2% Before Easing Next Year

Customers shop for fresh produce at the Aligre market in Paris. Photographer: Nathan Laine/Bloomberg By Catherine Bosley and Harumi Ichikura Euro-area inflation will be faster than previously thought this year and next before slipping well below the European Central Bank’s goal in 2023, according to economists polled by Bloomberg. Consumer-price growth will peak at 4.2% late in the fourth…

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#Covid-19 emergency #Debt Crisis #Economic Warfare #EU #European Central Bank

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emmajonesfoundationart · 7 years ago

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Portrait Series Prints | Paris In The Park

As well as embracing the physical nature of screen printing, I have also worked with Photoshop in order to layer the various textures and designs together which I feel actually causes the piece to become quite lost and could be something I aim to work with in response to the found portrait from Aligre Market.

#pitp

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poppaholland · 6 years ago

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12th arrondissement. Marché d'Aligre (Aligre market), France, Harry Gruyaert.

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avaparkerwalker-blog · 6 years ago

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Aligre Market

#Visits

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lechatcurieux-blog1 · 8 years ago

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J’ai trouvé la moutarde!

After very much rain and no umbrella, our first stop was at the Marché Aligre. Before we got there I was very excited because I thought, "yay, an open air market!" When we entered the wooden building, I was a little taken aback at what ‘open air’ actually meant. The first thing I encountered was a poissonnerie, with all the creepy little glossy fish staring at me, dodging the puddles of fish water on the ground. Initially I was a bit shocked and disappointed by this market, especially after being greeted by fish and all the other meats. Once I started to walk around I saw all the vibrant fresh fruits and vegetables.

The strawberries were so little and cute I adored them.

The shop I enjoyed the most was the one with the different types and colors of pasta.

Even though I was a bit disappointed by the presentation of this market, I could tell it was all very local and fresh and that’s what matters. I also found a bunch of mustards which was a nice surprise because mustard.

The Bon Marché was much different than the Marche Aligre. When we first got off of the metro we saw the sign for the Bon Marche and entered. We looked in and saw a lot of fancy clothing that looked quite expensive. We all looked very confused and the guards said, "food?" And pointed us to the correct Bon Marché, which was down one store. This food store was very fun and fancy, we had a field day looking through it. The teas smelt amazing; I ended up buying the multi-fruit tea. Alex and I found some mustard and stocked up. I found a few different food samples as well and I can't say no to a sample! I visited the upstairs portion and saw a lot of kitchenware and furniture; I browsed but went back down to the food part. After I checked out I went over to the bakery area and got a large chocolate macaron, it was delicious. I haven't had many macarons before to compare to, but this one was definitely a high quality pastry. We spent a decent amount of time there and, even though we were at first annoyed and rained on, we ended up walking out of the Bon Marché happy. Only the power of food can turn around the smiles of four people at once!

p.s. this one has less pictures because I was shopping!

#scsu2017paris

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walker-diaries · 5 years ago

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#paris #france #aligre #place d’aligre #75012 #marché #rain #pluie #market #streets #people #confinement

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letsgetlostwithhanna · 7 years ago

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Paris

So, paris was not as garbage as I expected, which is great.

I did lots of things. Met no one. Started my trip off with my hostel, International Youth Hostel, losing my booking. Their wifi is shut down from 11-3 every day because they kick people out of the building for cleaning during that time (??) so I had to go buy an overpriced shit coffee from McDonald’s just to use their wifi to rebook because she was going to charge me 3x as much to book with them at the desk (also ??). I could write an entire post dedicated to how ratchet this hostel was, but I can’t be assed. Long story short, don’t stay there.

Things that were cool:

Big old cemetery where Jim Morrison is buried

There were 7 lingerie shops on the street I was staying on

Aligre market, which was a 5 minute walk from my hostel, has excellent cheese and olives which are not egregiously overpriced

Christmas decorations everywhere, Multiple semi-unwhelming Christmas markets (but they had hot wine, so)

Quite a few free things to see and explore, such as Victor Hugo’s house, the museum of modern art, and the Holocaust memorial/museum

Paris was nice in the early winter. Cold, and rainy, but the chill kind of got me feeling Christmasy which I was alright with.

TLDR; go to Paris, for a few days, one time.

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lagrenouillere · 7 years ago

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#farmers market #flower market #fleurs #julia restoin roitfeld #flowers #marche aligre

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jeremystrele · 6 years ago

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Two Days In Paris With Our Art Director, Annie Portelli

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by Annie Portelli

Some very fashionable paste ups on the way to the bakery! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Annie enjoying her almond croissant and cuppa tea! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

The inviting entrance to Du Pain et des Idees! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Du Pain et des Idees aka: ‘Bread & Ideas’

When in Paris, one is expected to break all diets and eat at least one croissant or baguette, right? Starting out my 2019 with the best intentions to attempt the ‘Paleo’ lifestyle – I was hesitant to break my own pact (it WAS only January!). However, when you reach out for ‘Paris tips’, and five people come back to you with the same urgent plea to visit THIS BAKERY, then you really have to reconsider your priorities. SO I figured, if I’m going to break the paleo diet, I’ll break it well – and this must be the place where that happens.

This bakery has been around since 1889 and is as traditional as they get. The waft of cooked butter and burnt sugar will hit you from a block away, leading the way to the grand corner shop front. Well-dressed locals exit hugging large, baby blue paper bags filled with sweet treats to get them through the day.

As soon as you enter, you sense of history this place holds – it really feels LEGIT! The mirrored ceiling reflects the warm lighting and the decorative floral hand-painted walls. Glass cabinets immediately greet you, lined with fresh golden pastries that roll out of the kitchen on racks every couple of minutes!

The Pistachio croissant came highly recommended BUT they had sold out! (by 10am!)

So I instead went for the almond croissant which I will now recommend to you!

Du Pain et des Idees aka ‘Bread & Ideas’ 34 Rue Yves Toudic, 75010 Paris, France

The beautiful winter light washing over some old Parisian buildings. Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

A little nook within OFR bookshop. Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Annie checking out some beautiful mags in the afternoon light! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Out the front of Ofr. Bookshop, where you can gaze through stacks of mags and books all afternoon! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

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Here’s one for all the graphic designers out there! You’ve probably already heard of this place somewhere down the line, but now you’re hearing it here again, and if you haven’t already – you should most definitely visit this humble little book store. It’s filled with old and new publications and magazines, art, records, posters…the list goes on!

Out the front are a large display of beautiful photography and fashion mags that you’re welcome to flick through. Once you enter, the space is packed with stacks of books and mags, random knick-knacks and vases of flower pickings scattered throughout the shop! You kind of feel like you’ve entered someone’s eclectic living room. It’s a very comforting, welcoming place to pass time!

OFR Bookshop 20 Rue Dupetit-Thouars, 75003 Paris, France

Some ‘1984’ inspired subway art captured by Annie Portelli

Beautiful garbage captured by Annie Portelli

Cute little bakery on route to the Marais district captured by Annie Portelli.

‘Just look up!’

Someone once told me to ‘just look up’ when exploring a new city. This advice may seem like a no brainer, but how easy it is to get absorbed into your phone screen whilst navigating Google maps when getting from A to B? So bury your phone deep into your bag and set off, one foot in front of the other and keep your eyes off the ground! Who cares if you get a little lost along the way?

Take in those little details and moments which make each city different from the next. With this approach, I realised that in Paris, even the garbage is beautiful, the cafe lights never turn off and there’s art literally everywhere!

The stationary table at À Rebours. Dream! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Another nook of À Rebours‎! Heaps of goodies in this one! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

The moment before Annie bought two very breakable glasses to bring home with her… Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

À Rebours

I would compare this very curated little store to Melbourne’s own Third Drawer Down. À Rebours is described as the ‘Fondation d’entreprise Galeries Lafayette’s commercial alter ego’ – or put simply – a small (designer) novelty shop! Inspired by Huysmans’ novel of the same name, ‘À Rebours’ actually translates to ‘backwards’.

The shop is FILLED with unique objects from around the world. Stationery, ceramics, glassware, knick-knacks, limited edition designer products (even custom designed speakers by David Lynch!) – it is a real treat for those of you who get excited by a well-curated opportunity to purchase unnecessary items (like me)!

I bought four VERY fragile drinking tumblers here without even considering how I’d bring them home safely. If you share the same tendencies, you will without a doubt be stuck in the same situation as me after leaving this store. Worth every silly purchase!

À Rebours 46 rue Saint Crois de la Bretonnerie Paris, France

La Maison Plisson entrance and outdoor seating area. This deli is actually split in two – one side is more of a cafe and the other is more of a restaurant/evening drinks. You’re basically right on the sidewalk! Perfect for people watching whilst keeping warm from the snow. Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

The wine cellar! Enter via the terrazzo stair well in the centre of the deli. Sheesh! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Salami and terrazzo – terrazzo and salami, what more can I say! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Clearly Annie was overjoyed by the contents of this fridge. Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

La Maison Plisson

I hadn’t actually planned to go to this place. In fact, I didn’t even know it existed until I stumbled upon it while trying to find shelter from the show! This place is the absolute bee’s knees.

It has everything from delicious pastries, cured meats, organic fruit and veg, cheeses and a downstairs basement filled with condiments and wine. All of this housed inside a beautifully designed pink terrazzo haven (dream). I found this on my first day – and went back here every other day. It’s open early and closes late, and is the perfect place to keep warm and people watch, or walk by and grab essentials for the perfect day pack! Very excited about this find!

La Maison Plisson 93 Boulevard Beaumarchais, 75003 Paris, France

Catching some more afternoon winter light! This square turns into a market but in winter it closes. Look up ‘Bastille Market’ if you’re here in another season! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Front window of cute little cafe ‘Wild & The Moon’. Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Wild & The Moon

If you feel like you’ve overindulged on croissants and pastries, then Wild & The Moon will be a welcomed treat! I immediately got ‘Melbourne vibes’ when entering this vegan cafe, it’s fresh, healthy and holds a delicious range of fresh juices which I got right into! A really nice place to pop in for brekky (if it’s not to busy) or in my case, go for the takeaway option and walk it across to ‘City Park’ around the corner and enjoy in peace!

Wild & The Moon 55 Rue Charlot, 75503 Paris, France

Some winter citrus glowing on this grey winter day! Photo by Annie Portelli

Photo by Annie Portelli

Aligre Market

One of the many things I love about European cities is that they tend to have farmers markets scattered throughout the bustling streets all year round. Old cities have squares dedicated to these markets, AND they aren’t just there for the pleasure of tourists! You will mainly find locals with their dogs and baskets on wheels sorting out and packing up their fresh groceries.

Aligre Market is one of many markets you will find in the lower end of the city. It’s split between an indoor and an outdoor section. The outdoor section is only open from 9am – 12pm so this is more of a morning trip. Here you will find all the fresh fruit and veggies and flowers! The indoor market is called ‘Marche Beauvau’ where you’ll find the drool-worthy deli section, craft beer, and an unnecessary, but appreciated range of meats! Another really great market which you should visit is Bastille Market, it’s a little more central but the trading hours are a little more sporadic so be sure to check these before heading over – advice I wish I’d had myself.

Aligre Market Rue d’Aligre et, Place d’Aligre, 75012 Paris, France

When you enter through the main entrance of Merci you will come to this cute little courtyard with their famous little red Fiat! You can see the library through the window behind it. So lovely! Photo by Annie Portelli

WOW! So much linen! I had to restrain myself! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

The hallway leading from the cafe to the main store! Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

Merci

Oh boy, I get the feeling that if you’re an avid TDF reader, then you’ll probably be really into this store! Part-cafe, part-library, part-homewares store, Merci ticked all the boxes for me! It’s quite deceiving from the front – thick heavy curtains obscuring the doorway to keep the warmth in.

Once you enter, pass by the quiet chatters of locals enjoying their coffee in the softly lit cafe. You will then pass an epic floor-to-ceiling bookshelf lining the hallway leading to the SHOP! Literally, my jaw dropped!

The first floor showcases glassware, travel items, and clothing. Then your eyes are drawn up to the mezzanine, which is home to walls of beautiful french linen in every shade of ‘dusty hue’ you can imagine. Beyond that is a showroom of the incredibly considered homeware products, set up on little dreamy clusters. Needless to say – I had to purchase additional luggage for my return trip… oops

Located in the heart of the historic district of Haut-Marais, actually a block down from Maison Plisson! Fancy that!

Merci 111 Boulevard Beaumarchais, 75003 Paris, France

Incredible cheese selection at Fromagarie Laurent Dubois Bastille! Photo by Annie Portelli

The inviting entrance of the magical cheese shop! Photo by Annie Portelli

Photo by Annie Portelli

Fromagerie Laurent Dubois Bastille

I actually visited a number of cheese shops in Paris BUT this one got me really excited! It’s tiny, but the selection is generous and considered. This shop is one of three Parisian Cheese dairies with its name, and has a great reputation for their raw milk cheese, so much so that it’s gained the prestigious title of ‘Meilleur Ouvrier de France’.

It’s located on quite a busy road, but it was certainly a hot spot. I seemed to have arrived here during peak hour as locals were popping in after work and picking up an assortment of cheeses, before making their way into the busy street again.

I was greeted by a friendly lady who had extensive knowledge and allowed me to try basically every cheese they have available. Some were so intense that they were hard to swallow(!) – BUT in most cases, she had me left speechless.

Fromagerie Laurent Dubois Bastille 97-99 Rue Saint-Antoine, 75004 Paris, France

Annie’s favourite house on Rue Cremieux. Photo by Annie Portelli

Rue Cremieux

This residential street is another place that I accidentally stumbled upon whilst a little lost in Paris. If you find yourself in this area, it’s worth making a little detour and stopping by this 144m long cobblestone street. Although the buildings aren’t your usual Haussmann style apartments, the street gleams with joy and works as a great backdrop for every photo opportunity! Look at this beautiful hand-painted wisteria on the front of 21! Very cute.

Rue Cremieux Located between Rue de Lyon and Rue de Bercy

A snap of the grande Gare de Lyon! Photo by Annie Portelli

Annie probably doing something on instagram. Photo – Victoria Zschommler for The Design Files.

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EXPLORE: Louis Vuitton Foundation

This exhibition building was designed by Frank Gehry and to put it simply – it’s wild! Inside you’ll find the impressive art museum, which showcases bigshot names all year round. I went to see Jean-Michel Basquiat along with thousands of other people, and despite the crowds, it was still breathtaking.

If you time it right, etch out a spare afternoon, pack yourself a picnic, get on the bus and head on over! Check your lunch in at the cloak rooms before gallery gazing, then enjoy the rest of the afternoon in the surrounding gallery gardens and eat cheese, drink some wine and talk about the art you just experienced.

How very French of you!

Louis Vuitton Foundation 8 Avenue du Mahatma Gandhi, 75116 Paris, France

EAT: Miznon

Okay, so I was a little reluctant to share this one as it is already so damn busy BUT I will be a friend and pass on the tip because food like this NEEDS to be shared. Like most of my trip, this moment happened too quickly and with zero expectations. Another recommendation from a good friend, this suggestion came with a warning that it WILL be busy – and they were spot on. Despite this, curiosity got the better of me and I had a minute more than usual to spare, so I went for it. Best. Decision. Ever!

I packed myself into this already crammed restaurant (literally standing room only). It was loud. It was hot. It was smokey. But it was amazing! I ordered their classic falafel pita and a cola before I knew it the handwritten order receipt was tacked onto the production line in the open kitchen. I peered over the ledge to watch them effortlessly prepare my little pocket of flavour. When they called my name, they showed me to the self serve sauce stand and added the finishing touches. It’s weird how often I think back to that moment of taking my first bite. You must go here!

Miznon 22 Rue des Ecouffes, 75004 Paris, France

SHOP: The Broken Arm

Part concept store, part cafe, this place is bustling with well-dressed locals. Grab yourself a window seat and a bite to eat, and gaze out to the beautiful street whilst you eavesdrop on the indistinguishable French chitter chatter around you.

Once you’ve digested and regained sustenance, build up the courage to brave the concept store just a door frame away. Comme Des Garcons, Jacquemus, Lemarie… Oh my… I pretty much moped around this store for a good half hour before ushering myself out. I loved this place, but I am not sure it’s a good idea for me to visit again – unless I win the lottery. It was almost too good! BUT you should go! You’ve been warned of the possible consequences.

The Broken Arm 12 Rue Perée, 75003 Paris, France

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Petites faims à Paris Marché d’Aligre

Petites faims à Paris – Marché d’Aligre

Place et rue d’Aligre, XIIe Metro Ledru-Rollin

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Marché Le marché d’Aligre pose ses étals, à quelques jets de pavés de la Bastille, derrière la révolutionnaire rue du Faubourg-Saint-Antoine, tous les matins de la semaine, sauf le lundi. Les marchands de quatre-saisons, n’ayant jamais vraiment perdu le sens de la galéjade, hèlent et apostrophent les chalands par des formules fleuries : « Avec mes salades, jamais malade », « Avec l’orange, tout s’arrange », « Alors ma p’tite dame, y sont pas beaux mes radis ? » Créée en 1778 sur un terrain de l’abbaye Saint-Antoine-des-Champs, la place accueille dès 1781 des vendeurs de paille et de foin, des gargotiers ainsi que les premiers maraîchers, auprès de qui les artisans et ébénistes du faubourg se ravitaillent. Son nom rend hommage au marquis Etienne François d’Aligre, premier président du Parlement de Paris. Entre cageots et tréteaux, fruits et légumes, fleurs et petite quincaillerie sont proposés dans une ambiance des plus cosmopolites. De nombreuses nationalités côtoient les derniers titis de la Bastoche et les nouveaux arrivants, les bobos-hipsters. Le samedi et le dimanche, il y a foule. Le temps d’une parenthèse alléchante, les habitués comparent les origines, la fraîcheur et la qualité des produits. Chacun a ses habitudes et ses commerces, avec maintenant trois vendeurs bio. Édifiée au milieu du XIXe siècle, la halle du marché couvert Beauvau, qui a conservé sa fontaine trônant au centre des allées, regorge de bonne chère. En cette vitrine des métiers de bouche, sous une belle charpente, fromagers, poissonniers, bouchers, volaillers et charcutiers s’activent pour satisfaire la clientèle. Sur la place en demi-lune, avec à l’arrière-plan, une construction résidentielle toute pompidolienne, brocanteurs et fripiers déballent de leurs cartons, parfois à même le carreau, vieilleries et souvenirs plus ou moins ébréchés. Alors que sur le pourtour, au grand dam des professionnels, des chiffonniers installent à même le sol d’improbables objets. Avec l’apparition de Britanniques et de Japonais, la population change, mais la vie continue dans cette tour de Babel nourricière.

This was our friend @critoy1 buying clementines for us at the Marché d’Aligre. Going to the market with Cris (who’s from Bordeaux and speaks fluent French, obviously) and his husband Harry was a highlight of the trip for me and Craig. He also had the perfect outfit because, again, he’s French.

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LEARN THE LINGO

Bed down and learn some of the local lingo at the same time at the Pavillon des Lettres hotel.

Set deep in Paris' eighth arrondissement a short walk from the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Elysees, this boutique, 26-room (with some suites offering views of the Eiffel Tower) literary-themed property is a great base in itself, but now visitors can get an even deeper immersion into French life with language lessons during their stay.

Learn your ''tu'' from your ''vous'' and brush up on essential phrases via a private two-hour lesson that's inclusive with each superior room booking, subject to availability.

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Four Seasons Hotel George V Paris.

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DINE WITH A PARISIAN

Thanks to website Eat With, which connects tourists with local cooks, you can pull up a seat at an authentic Parisian dining table.

Taste local dishes, get insider titbits and rub shoulders with both the host and fellow like-minded travellers. For something even more special, opt for a meal at the home of 2012 French MasterChef winner, Jean-Yves Vuong.

See eatwith.com

STROLL ALONG THE CITY'S TRENDIEST CANAL

Though absent from the radars of most tourists, the Canal Saint-Martin has become the city's hipster capital.

Located in the northeast of Paris, its 19th-century waterway and iron footbridges have bohemian charm in spades. Here Parisians play chess or picnic by the water and hop from bar to restaurant to bar. A particular standout is Le Comptoir General.

Hidden down a blink-and-you-miss-it laneway, the venue is truly unique – bar, museum, cinema, bookstore, restaurant and hair salon. Soak up the cool vibes from your fellow patrons, all of whom will be lounging on mismatched vintage furniture, cocktail in one hand and cigarette in the other.

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TRAWL THE MARKETS

A true neighbourhood market, the Aligre Market – situated between the place de la Bastille and the place de la Nation – is worth the crosstown trek. Held six days weekly, it's one of the cheapest in the city, which makes it very popular.

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Graffiti art lines the street walls and back alleys of the Belleville neighbourhood. Photo: SHUTTERSTOCK

Divided into an outdoors and covered market – the latter also includes flea market-style antique and vintage booths – the focus here is produce and lots of it. Pack a picnic rug and arrive in the morning to stock up on lunchtime fare, including cheeses, patisseries, wine, craft beer and saucisson.

PARK LIFE

Miles of greenery with not a tourist in sight. When locals need a break from city life, they come to Parc des Buttes-Chaumont.

Sprawling over 25-hectares in the city's 19th arrondissement, this pretty park opened in 1867 during Napoleon III's reign and features cliffs, a waterfall and a lake. Thanks to its generous size, you can easily find a private spot.

There are three cafes to choose from, the most famous of which is Rosa Bonheur – a ''guinguette'' (outdoor drinking spot) – that truly comes alive in the summer. If that wasn't enough, the hilly area also offers gorgeous panoramic views over the French capital. Tres belle.

STAY LOCAL

You've eaten with a local, so how about staying with one?

Home Stay connects travellers to local hosts – think Air BNB but with a higher level of interaction – allowing travellers to both share a roof with an authentic Parisian and pick their brans for tips at the same time. While much of the accommodation errs on the no frills side, it's ideal for independent leisure travellers of all ages.

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EXPLORE MULTICULTURAL PARIS

Leave the Seine and the bright lights of the Eiffel Tower behind you and explore a lesser-known neighbourhood: the working class district of Belleville.

Passionate local resident Emmanuel takes guests on walking tours through the area that songstress Edith Piaf once called home. Cosmopolitan and multicultural, it boasts one of the most vibrant independent cafe and art gallery scenes in the city.

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SPA LIKE A LADY WHO LUNCHES

The Four Seasons Hotel George V is one of the most luxurious properties in the city and while a night or two here might cost the earth, you can definitely splurge on a meal at its newest restaurant Le George and a spa experience afterwards at its in-house spa.

A go-to for resident ladies who lunch, the slick 11-room spa is quintessentially French with an indoor pool complete with hand-painted fresco of the gardens of Versailles. Opt for the suitably regal Stroll to Versailles treatment. Inspired by Marie Antoinette, this 2½-hour ritual incorporates a massage, body scrub and facial.

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TAKE IN A MOVIE

On that inevitable rainy day – this is Europe, after all – make like a local and take shelter in the Art Deco wonder that is the Le Grand Rex cinema.

Built in the early 1930s, the Rex is one of the most spectacular cinemas you'll ever see and with about 3000 seats, it's the largest auditorium in the whole of Europe.

Still showing both new, old and art house movies, the venue is also home to various festivals peppered throughout the year. Kids will love the annual Feerie des Eaux show, during which 1200 jets of water are shot from fountains on stage to celebrate the latest family-friendly flick.

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EAT UP

Discover and taste French specialties from cheeses and meats, to handmade chocolates and macarons with an avid resident gourmet during a three-hour guided tour.

As well as taking guests on a walking degustation, the Succulent Paris experience also includes a tete-a-tete over a glass of French wine and nibbles in an authentic Parisian apartment.

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