Another big editing day, thus just a picture from the living room window of the rainy, lovely, very busy corner. The bakery, still open, fills this room with baguette vapors every morning. Perfect for combating the screaming and plate smashing in the spookily dark, gorgeously spiral staircased passageway at 6am. C’est la passion Française! Well, [...]
A splendid day editing. The clouds have finally parted (she wrote with unedited zeal)!
Today is the ninth anniversary of our first date. I will never regret letting you eat from my plate. Joyeux anniversaire de premier rendez-vous, mon amour!
Above: 7am trek through West Village to clean the reception loft before flying back to Switzerland, 2008. Exhausted after nine days of wedding, but happy. Below: our first picture, in [...]
We expect possibly ten days of rain upcoming, so I took the afternoon to wander Montmartre, in the area that was our stomping ground on the last trip here. It is such a fine nook, a little village.
Found the shop with the incredible Moroccan mint tea that I used so sparingly back in NYC until [...]
Low-key and lovely Thanksgiving in Monmartre at the home of a journalist friend from high school and college. She managed to bring an impromptu yet impressive table together for a cluster of expats, visitors, and a lone French guest who made a pumpkin pie from a pumpkin. Also had a incredible plum tart, and one [...]
Charged with the task of providing wine for tomorrows expat and Parisian Thanksgiving, I decided to further my education concerning Bordeaux, and specifically a region on the left bank of the Gironde river, known as the Médoc. Within the Médoc are the four top communes of (from north to south) St. Estèphe, Paulliac, St. Julien [...]
Dinner tonight was at Le Chateaubriand, home of hottie, scruffy Basque service and Iñaki Aizpitarte’s adventurous cooking. Yes, there was foam, but there was also a sea scallop with mushrooms and sprinkled with coffee grounds, pork and oysters (a nouveau surf and turf?), a splendid cheese plate (sweet dessert less successful), and two other courses [...]
The molecule hour, chez moi.
Tomorrow marks the end of week one. Met the lovely Tim and Katherine for a glass at Chez Prune and dinner at La Marine, both along the canal Saint-Martin. Then an apres dinner stroll up to Belleville, and later, a chance to show-off my swanky digs. Excellent tagine d’agneau aux pruneaux, and even better company. [...]
Today I hemmed and hawed (writing? outing? writing? outing?) and decided to go to the flea marché. That would be Marché aux Puces de la Porte de Vanves, as Saint-Ouen is not my cup (tho I do enjoy a glass of vin at that dark cafe where the gal does Piaf in total earnestness.) The [...]