Ah Ha! Fooled you…

Yes, we are back in Paris and those of you who know me and my obsession with this city, probably had a pool going on whether  my first post would be of food…


Or wine….


Or flowers…


Fooled you! The bridge above is across from the front door of our rented studio apartment , very close to Notre Dame . A great location to wander…stay tuned.

The Big Picture…

IMG_1514What you learn from travel..

No one cares that the Pats are 8-0 and that TB12 is the cutest quarterback ever…

Sixty degrees to a Bostonian means shorts and t shirts. In Paris and Barcelona, the natives are in scarves..

Puffy jackets are big, literally and in the fashion fad sense..

If you don’t have a puffy coat/jacket, then wear black leather. Same dif…

There is no bad wine, or beer or food for that matter in Europe…

The roar of motor scooters in Paris and Barcelona is constant and serious personal harm is a split second away…

No one wears a beret in Paris, but everyone carries a baguette…

Cheese should not be eaten cold…

Champagne should not be drunk warm…

Shopping for fresh food every day is good for you.(  I wish I had a neighborhood to shop in that was not named Stop & Shop, Price Chopper or Market Basket…)

So is walking…everywhere. And it’s not a race…

Everyone in Europe still smokes, they just can’t smoke inside anymore, so cigarette smoke is ever present on the sidewalks…

Making an effort to speak the language and greet shopkeepers and wait staff will directly result in much better service…

Go down the side street to see what’s there..

According to tour guides, Americans are never late. They are anywhere from 15 minutes early to bang on time, but not late…

Pack less clothes and do more laundry…

Take time with meals even if you are not on vacation…

Take time with your traveling companions to enjoy every moment…have an extra glass of wine in a cafe…watch the world go by…

Be French when ” your city” is attacked…and be American in your right to stand up for democracy everywhere.

Je suis Paris…

Love, Julia

  
Monday afternoon, after a lovely lunch on the square outside Comedie Francaise theatre, we wandered over to the store where apochryphally, Julia Child bought her kitchen ware.

  
It is the dustiest, darkest, 5,000 sq ft. I have ever witnessed. It is also totally anachronistic in that:

There are no prices, you have to go to the end of the aisle and look up the code in a book, then one guy writes it up, another one cashes you out, a third person then wraps everything, including putting a cork on the knife tip. This is not your Williams Sonoma!

 
I did, however treat myself to a new carbon steel blade French knife, size 15 which is easier for me to hold. A carbon blade holds an edge much better than stainless. A few other treats found their way into my bag, but you’ll have wait until I use them at home before you see them!

But I’m not stupid full…

  
On a small side street off the Blvd Edgar Quinet is rue de crepes. Actually it’s Rue de Montparnasse, but the Hubs and I counted a dozen crepe restaurants on a street shorter than a football field. If you do some quick architectural imagining you will know that the said creperies are not very big.

  

Our choice was no exception.

An open kitchen where a single chef turns out galettes and crepes. Galettes are crepes made with buckwheat flour and they look like this.

  

And the eggs are creamy, the ham fresh and the galettes crispy. Incroyable!

Traditionally they are washed down with cider or cidre, which the Hubs ordered

  
I stuck to wine, knowing my limits as I do

When you finish a savory galette you have to order the sweet crepe for dessert. Of course we obliged..

  
Really, was there any question that we would order anything but the salted caramel? I mean why bother?

This restaurant was so small we could practically touch both walls standing in the middle. A three person operation, and one of the three was the chef.

When the Hubs complimented the chef on his skill, we were rewarded with a digestif the was like a clear, less potent limoncello.

  
Even with all that food, we weren’t stupid full!