October 26, 2014

5 (Delicious) Things

Beurre Bordier

1) le Beurre Bordier


Restaurant le Meurice

2) The sorbet cart at Restaurant le Meurice. I tried the pineapple & lime. Amazing!


So many truffles! #lastnight #Paris

3) Weighing truffles


Chocolates at Jacques Genin

4) Chocolate at Jacques Genin


tartelettes

5) Tartelettes!




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October 13, 2014

5 Things

Courseulles-sur-Mer market

1) Smoked garlic


Le Minervois

2) I always miss the beauty of the Minervois this time of year


Stairs

3) Gym? Who needs a gym?


Betteraves Jaunes

4) Sweet autumn treats


Eiffel Towel

5) The joys of being une flâneuse



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October 6, 2014

At Last...

Spiderweb

Autumn Red

Courseulles-sur-Mer market

At the "Green Market" in front of le Marché des Enfants Rouges this evening in the #Marais. Not much produce on offer, sadly.  But these potimarrons did look lovely.

Autumn Colors

...my favorite time of the year.


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October 3, 2014

5 Things

At the market

1) The last of the summer radishes


Paris

2) That light. That sky


La carte. #lifeinFrance #Paris

3) La carte


Shop window

4) Old maps of  France - I love these!


Sausages

5) Saucisson 


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September 29, 2014

10 Reasons I Will Never Be Une Parisienne

Paris

There are the French and then there are the Parisians. There really is a big difference between the two.*

Now of course, I don't (currently) live in Paris, but after spending a considerable amount of time there over the last few years, and especially in the last couple of months, I know that I will never be and probably could never be une vrai Parisienne. 

And I'm ok with that.

Une Parisienne

Here are some of the reasons why:

1) I will never be able to master "the pout" properly
2) I don't own the requisite sequined Vanessa Bruno cabas
3) I don't like to lie in the sun
4) I never order un Perrier menthe
5) I'm (usually) way too punctual

At a café in the 6th

6) I don't smoke
7) I can't find a shade of red lipstick that suits me
8) I'm terrified to ride a bike in Paris
9) I can't get my hair into that messy yet elegant updo (but I wish I could!)
10) I wasn't born there

Paris

Sometimes when I see young Parisian women walking down the street or sitting in a café, it looks like they are trying oh so very hard to exude an aura of perfection. They pose and pout and keep their movements in check. Just watching them exhausts me.

I'm much happier embracing my imperfect, unfashionable, smiling, clumsy self. I may be French, but I doubt anyone will ever look at me and think that I am une Parisienne. Which is kind of a relief.

La Parisienne



* That's a subject that warrants its own blog post, so please just trust me on this 



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