i like walking in the quartier du Marais even with tourists around! this little bookstore has a funny name.
french are in love with their bread; the bakeries in france smell different from anywhere else in the world – i always thought that the butter is the reason but i am learning that it is actually the flour – heaven must smell like french “p
nothing beats a nightcap at café de flore…
things just aren’t the same after claude terrail’s death last year; the owner of La Tour d’Argent, (established in 1582) was a great host; i noticed yesterday that there were more waiters than guests in this great restaurant with still the most beautiful view of Notre Dame. the food was its usual “starry” delicious and delicate of course.
the cheese cart and the wine stay the best in grand restaurants but you to leave your arm and one leg to pay for it!
for somebody who orders a wimpy decaf/nonfat/soy latte in a los angeles starbucks and comes originally from a tea/chai drinking part of the world, it is interesting that i am fascinated by coffee cultures of the world . i love the smell of fresh ground coffee especially if it’s mixed with some french waiter’s shout accross the caf