You find some interestingly named dining establishments just wandering the streets of Paris. Take the following joint, for example; I’ve been passing it by for years and I never fail to snicker like Beavis and Butthead.
Second full day in town and I’m already entertaining! Elna Hubbell and her friend Vic were in town and I had them round to Chez Rolla to sample some of my bounty acquired at the green market, including figs (yes!), strawberries, and French breakfast radishes, dipped in butter for a true Parisian treat! Throw in some tangy chevre, chewy peasant bread and some Billecart-Salmon Brut and you have the snack of kings!
Bonjour from Paris – finally! I’ve been busy setting up house in my tiny slice of the 7th arrondissement, and what a perfect little slice it is! Yes, my pad is quite petite, but it’s also tres adorablé! I am actually looking forward to transitioning from vacation mode to a more regular routine, which includes cooking a meal or two in my very own kitchen (and avoiding bread for the next few days!)
It’s my last day on American soil for a while and I would be lying if I didn’t say it’s producing a bit of anxiety, not unlike sweaty Nic in this pic! It’s just a long time to be away and a lot to pack for weather that’s going to veer from the 80s to the 50s in a matter of a few weeks. Do I pack light or do I bring creature comforts? And then there’s that part about the language(s) I don’t speak. 30+ days in lands where I won’t be able to communicate! Someone asked me if I was going to find myself and I replied, “Actually, I think I’m gonna get a little lost!”
The noble Parisian experiment is nearing commencement…but what is that experiment, praytell? I’m moving to Paris for the month of October…yes, the one who doesn’t speak French and is proud to flaunt that in the face of Parisians every where. I hope to document highlights – delightful flea market finds, beautiful interiors, delicious restaurants, and even new installments over at StreetMeat – along with the lows, which will include, of course, some “Curb”-style nonsensical arguing with Frenchmen/women. If you’ve ever been denied service, or a nice table, or told your too fat for the clothes (yes, true story) then this blog is for you (and equally applicable if you appreciate fine food, art, architecture and blue skies, all in abundance in Paris.)
Be sure to check back daily – yes, there will be daily updates. Also check in on meatonthestreet.tumblr.com, where i will document a falafel/baguette/crepe per day if I can! With that, I bid you all ‘adieu’ until I leave a month from now!