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Museum Review: Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature, Paris

A few months ago, I visited the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature (Museum of Hunting and Nature). The museum is located in two 18th century private mansions  in the 3rd arrondissement, which is part of the Marais neighborhood. I’d never heard of it before, but happened upon it quite randomly one day while walking around the Marais. Compelled in equal parts by the beautiful buildings and a sign promising something related to nature, my interest was piqued. I had little idea of what to expect but once we paid the admission and walked in, I was fascinated. Each room of the museum is dedicated in some way to a different species of animal — including plenty of taxidermy, as well as mysterious, beautiful, weird representations. There are unicorns, lap dogs, beasts, and butterflies galore—it’s completely bizarre and wonderful. The museum was started by a wealthy couple, François and Jacqueline Sommer, who advocated for respectful hunting practices and wildlife awareness—and amassed a wide collection of animal-related art, all of which is on display in the museum. Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature is  located at 62, Rue des Archives. Absolutely worth a visit.


Bear at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature.

Bear greets visitors at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature.



In the Trophy Room, the talking taxidermy boar, lower right,  animatedly reenacted its death.

Lions, alligators, basketballs, oh my.

Lions, alligators, basketballs, oh my.


Open Letter to That Green Pistachio Pastry Thing I Ate in Paris

Dear Green-Hued Pistacho-Flavored Pastry Thing,

I think about you all the time.

Ok. I’ll be honest. To be fair, it’s not all the time. But it’s a fair amount of the time. At least 10% of my food-thinking time.

Mostly, it is in the morning, when I’m trying to figure out what to eat for breakfast. I consider the granola, the yogurt, the fruit. And then I think of you.

Do you remember that day we spent together in Paris?

I dream of happening upon you in a glass case in the Marais bakery where you live, to pick you up and take you to the park. And then, to enjoy your sweetness with a coffee, and then maybe go back for more.

Oh, it would be so sweet.

But, usually, if I don’t go running in the morning, I’ll just have a banana. I try not to think of you in these cases.

And yet I can’t seem to forget you; you with your green-glazed top, and rich pistachio filling. Ooh la la. 

Can you maybe try to get the patisserie owner to open up a store in Brooklyn? Or, maybe you guys can just do international shipping? I can order a bunch!

Avec amour,