This is definitely a weird Thanksgiving week. No one is home with me on this day before Thanksgiving. The grocery stores and markets are not unusually crowded. I am not making multiple lists of what to buy, cook, or pack. No displays full of fresh cranberries, pumpkins, and no bins full of Butterballs. Strange days, indeed.
The good thing about celebrating our first Thanksgiving in Paris is that no one has any expectations that it will be a traditional one. I like it when people have no expectations. We will be celebrating chez Mai Paris on Friday, because Martha doesn’t get Thursday (or Friday) off of school, and I wanted her to be able to relax into the celebration rather than thinking about when she would do her homework. Claire will be in South Africa, and Patrick in Dallas, and no grandparents or cousins will be around our table. Fortunately, our good friends who moved to London the same time we moved here will be crossing the channel to be with us, as well as another couple who are vacationing in Paris from the states. That makes 8, including Mademoiselle Cordon Bleu, who will be in charge of the pecan pie and anything else she feels moved to create. I anticipate a lively and well-laden table.
I have been busily cleaning the place up for company and stocking the fridge with good food, just as many of you have been doing. Here are a few snaps from the past week. I’ll be back next week with images of Paris dressed for Christmas!
One of my favorite streets- full of flowers and produce and chocolate and wine.
Don't you wonder what that shopkeeper was saying to those two sweet kids, who left their scooters parked in front?
yep- still there .
Wow.
Enough already!
Who says you can't get a Thanksgiving turkey here?
Sometimes the English is just as confusing as the French.
an abundance of gorgeous herbs at the market this morning
I brought these carrots home. Do you think they're fresh???
Enjoy your Thanksgiving, friends!
Mais Oui Paris 