My little chicken : it almost sounds like one of those funny terms of endearment that the French use. they often say « My little duck » or « my little bunny » or « my little cabbage » or « my little flea » to children. Women often call each other « my hen »… so this almost strikes me as the male version. But no, it’s not a term of endearment, it is a brand new rotisserie spot in the middle of the Batignolles quarter. It is their third address in France, and the first one in Paris. And it is a hit, especially on Sundays for that midday meal. Their first Sundy open they actually ran out of chicken! It seems the Parisians want their roast chicken and to eat it too. Mon petit poulet…it’s even great for those on a student budget! So you really can have your chicken and eat it too!!!
There is a small, hidden cobblestone passage way in the 17th, with a charming little bistrot that I went to years ago with people from work at my former occupation. I never kept the card with the name and address and thus could not for the life of me find this charming place back again, when Chéri and I moved into the neighborhood. But one day, as we were strolling in the quarter, we happened upon it, and 7 years after my initial meal there, I finally found back this delightful address.
Le Bistrot du Passage, is tucked away on an almost secret passage in this people’s-class-turning-boho-chic area between the Batignolles and the Plaine Monceau areas. The passage is peppered with artist studios and cute restaurants and still retains an authentic air since it has yet to be over-run with the tourism industries best efforts. I hope it stays that way. Read more →
Nestled in the North Marais, is this darling little tea shop that Kasia and I went to recently for a little girl time. When I say little, I mean tiny. You’ll brush the knees of other tea drinkers as you head to the counter or a spot on the bench. So try not to go there after an afternoon of Paris shopping laden with purchases and shopping bags, unless of course it’s warm enough to sit on the terrace where there is a little bit more room.
It was chilly when we went so we opted for seats inside. It’s been open just under a year so far (as of Feb/March 2015), and will hopefully last as it is such a darling spot. Decorated in faux lily of the valley foliage that literally cover the entire ceiling, it is stocked with mix and match china that your grandmother may have collected, and offers home made pastries to tempt you with your tea. So feminine! Read more →
With a lot of web searching, a little DIY and some luck, I was able to create my ideal Paris circus nursery for Bébé Chéri. Ever since my circus themed wedding, I can’t seem to get enough of this fun inspiration. And now that Bébé Chéri is just about here (due April 2nd, 2015), I have finally finished his bedroom, and I am quite happy with it. After a lot of searching, and many happy « finds » I was able to create the exact ambiance I was hoping for : circus/carnival theme for a kid without it being too « babyish » and without over doing it too much. (Did I over-do it? You’ll tell me if I over-did it right???). I have listed here where I found most of the nursery decor, just in case any of you readers are searching. I can’t tell you that it will all be available, but at least you can get some ideas and inspiration!
Michael Pereira is on a mission to bring quality Broadway jazz instruction to Paris. I met Michael Pereira a couple years ago through social media. We tried to meet on one of his trips to Paris the summer of 2013, but the stars we not aligned that year. This past summer though, in 2014, we managed to find time to get together. And I have to say… meeting Michael for the first time in person was nothing short of magical. It felt like we had been friends for years and years, and we slid into our new roles as friends, immediately. Meeting people like that comes along only a few times in a lifetime.
Michael has a magnetic field around him, I am certain. He knows how to draw people in, in a way that feels positive and easy. And that is how he approaches his dance students too. I watched an entire class (alas, at 8 months pregnant, I unfortunately couldn’t participate), and saw how he poured his heart, body, soul and sweat into communicating through movement with the dancers. Michael gives everything he’s got. And that is what has given him a steady following in just six short months of teaching Broadway Jazz in Paris!
(video interview in article)
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Some who read this blog regularly, will know that I spent many long years intolerant to dairy. About ten years or so. That meant no cheese. Can you imagine!?! And then, one fine day in April 2014, I tested something that had dairy in it…and discovered that I felt no pain. So I tested some more, and I realized that maybe my body had changed it’s chemistry, since they tend to do that every seven to ten years. I began enthusiastically reintroducing dairy into my diet, and soon I was amorously indulging into the best and finest of cheeses that France has to offer. Our cheese budget went up. Before Chéri had no competition for those ivory blobs of moldy dairy in the fridge, but he soon realized that I was a true cheese devout, and we had to invest every week in much more cheese than before. In this article, I want to introduce to you a man with a plan, a concept, that originates in a profound love affair with French cheese…
(Cheese tasting giveway contest below!) Read more →
I like to indulge a little sometimes. I may not have a massive recreational budget, but I can treat myself occasionally to fun things like, hot chocolate at the Hotel Bristol, or chocolate cake at Buvette Gastrothèque. Both require a budget of around 20 euros or less, and I consider that a decent price to pay for a little winter indulging in the city of light! Read more →
Charles Gillman and I have worked together a few times, for photo shoots, sometimes I am the model, sometimes I am behind the camera, but Charles is always the make-up artist, expert, beautifier and magician. He can turn any face into a glamor puss ready for the glossies with a couple dabs of his fingers and a few flicks of his brushes, and voilà…you look like a star.
But beyond his talents as a makeup artist, he is a true businessman, marketer and creator of a brand of cosmetics with a message. Charles promotes healthy skin through using nature inspired cosmetics and being healthy inside and out. Read more →
Caroline Nin, « French chanteuse » as she is self described, is a jazz singer and has been practicing her art since she was a wide-eyed youth, off to concquor London. She traveled the world for 20 years singing in concert halls from Australia to America, and has now returned to her home town of Paris where she now shares her show Hymne à Piaf with the cosmopolitan Parisian audience.
Much to Caroline Nin’s delight a smattering of Frenchies peppered the 40 seat venue amongst an international crowd for this bilingual show. She promised to translate the show to French entirely if one day she could fill a 1000 seat Parisian theater full of Frenchies. But there is something magical in her mixture of French and English. I wouldn’t change a word of it.
In my hometown in New England, we always had an event in mid-December called the « Christmas Stroll ». It was a a time for the residents and those of neighboring towns to come and enjoy together the Christmas ambiance that was always so well exemplified in the decorations. The town (a village really) had a tiny little central « place » that housed the tall Christmas tree and the crèche de noël, and all the black and white façades of the boutiques on Main Street were spruced up with fir greens and red bows with pretty little white lights to accentuate the falling snowflakes that always arrived just in time. The shops opened late for the Christmas stroll and served or sold their best and most festive holiday wares. It was a place to run into your old school teacher, or meet up with past classmates, see old high school pals or towns people that you know and recognize for years.
While that may never happen to me ever in Paris, I did get to experience a different, perhaps more glamorous type of Christmas stroll and although there was no small town charm or reminiscing, there was plenty of holiday cheer and happiness shared between me and a darling friend who was enjoying it all for the first time. I couldn’t have felt a warmer Christmas glow if I had been at the foot of that New England village Christmas Christmas tree. Read more →