In search of an interesting gift for Chéri’s 40th birthday, I thought about a forty year old bottle of whisky…aaaand then I learned the price.
Those who know me, know that just the name of this bakery is enough to beckon me there. But as luck would have it, their
I could not decide on the title for this post. The “Courtyard of Happy Feet” was the second runner up. I also considered “There’s Something
I don’t know what it was that caused my taco craving, but it was something fierce. Me, who loooooves my charming neighborhood, les Batignolles, and
I got to test having a private chef cook us a meal worthy of a luxury hotel restaurant, at home! Forget about sweating in the
We watched helpless as the flames grew higher engulfing the spire. This massive monument that has endured over 850 years suddenly seemed so fragile. Parisians,
An “Epicerie” in French is an entire concept. For some time now it has technically been the mini mart down on the corner where you
I’m sitting in this new little neighborhood restaurant, grocer, café, called l’Instant. I’m enjoying a rare free moment. And no lie, “One Momemt in Time,
So the last time I posted was a pre Gilet Jaunes France. This is NOT a post about the Yellow Vest protests. This is me
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