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Dinner By The Seine

Bonjour from Paris! I have been having great fun with my good friend Martha who is visiting from Houston. We are just about to walk out the door to go to the giant flea market, Clignancourt, on this sunny Monday (do you want us to pick you up anything?). Before we go, here are some photos from our picnic last week. This weather is made for “les pique-niques”!

We purchased our provisions from Wilson Market, which was abuzz with happy conversations among Parisians grateful for the warm spring morning. IMG_5391 IMG_5392 The strawberries are amazing right now. Solid red- not a thin layer of red surrounding a tasteless, white interior (like so many of ours at home seem to be).  We have been enjoying them in our yogurt for breakfast.

We carried our dinner and blanket to the river and found an open spot just as the sun was setting.

the chosen spot

the chosen spot

Mark and Martha- the perfect picnic companions

Mark and Martha- the perfect picnic companions

photo-bombed by the Eiffel Tower again

photo-bombed by the Eiffel Tower again

IMG_5405 IMG_5406 IMG_5410 Hooray for picnics!

Hooray for spring!

And as always- Hooray for Paris!

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Market Day!

Sorry for flooding your inbox today, but I just returned from the market with a cart full of produce so beautiful I had to share.


Does that not make you want to eat your veggies? I get a ridiculous amount of satisfaction knowing that all of this good stuff was in or on the ground not far from me just a few days ago. Ok- except the lemons.

It’s time to say goodbye to the stone fruits, which is always sad, but here come the apples! Hip hip! My five green apples didn’t make the group photo, but they will soon be diving into a bowl with sugar and spices for a pie. What better way to welcome my mom chez nous?

So yes, I had a pound of potatoes, five apples, and a melon in this mix, so can I just tell you how heavy my rolling cart was?  I heaved it over the metro turnstile and then carried it up and down the metro steps like a boss. Just sayin.

The flowers are dahlias, which I adore almost as much as apple pie. They are in plastic containers getting a long drink of very hot water, which is said to prolong their life in the vase. So there you go- don’t say you never learn anything on this blog.

The little tablecloth is a new find at the flea market. Isn’t it sweet? The embroidery is repeated on each corner and in the middle.


Thank goodness the tomatoes are still at the market. I haven’t gotten my fill of them yet. I think these will be roasted for a tart. Thanks, Smitten Kitchen!

What’s for dinner at your house?


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Still Loving Paris In August



Paris was absolutely gorgeous yesterday. I wanted to do nothing but walk and gawk. And that is pretty much all I did.

On my way to the market I encountered the newly re opened Plaza Athénée Hotel, who looked stunning in the morning light. Wearing her trademark cream with electric red accents, she stole the red carpet. I couldn’t stop taking pictures of her.






She was all, “I am zee Plaza Athénée. Yes, Carrie Bradshaw did stay here when she was in Paris.  And yes, I know I am beautiful. Now take your peectures and move along.” Five-star hotels can be haughty like that, especially when they have cars like this parked in front of them.

a Bentley convertible (I think)

a Bentley convertible (I think)

a Mazzeradi



At last I tore myself away from her allure and rounded the corner to the President Wilson Market. I must say that the only time I have felt that August in Paris was less than optimal was when I saw all the empty stalls at the market. It made me kind of sad, because the atmosphere was just not the same. There were more vendors of non-food items, clearly catering to tourists, but that just gave the market a sort of “Super Target” kind of feel. I did enjoy the sparse crowd of shoppers, however.




Just across the street, the Palais Galliera, the Fashion Museum,  was all decked out in lovely shades of orange.


Wouldn't it be nice to live in that apartment building and look out over these grounds?

Wouldn’t it be nice to live in that apartment building and look out over these grounds?







If you are here before November 2, don’t miss this exhibit of gorgeous designer clothes from the Fifties. If you will not be here before then, check out many of the outfits here.



Just up the street was another fancy hotel, the Shangri-La.



This beautiful gate with flowers peeping through it was next door.



I went home for a quick lunch and then took a bus across the river to a neighborhood close to the Eiffel Tower, where I wandered aimlessly and happily.






I adore this sign.

I adore this sign.


And then I went home and took off my shoes.  The End.




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Market Wednesday

I took my sister-in-law with me to the President Wilson Market on Wednesday, which happened to be one of the most glorious Wednesdays I can remember.  The market was positively gleaming, and not overly crowded. We didn’t need to buy much, as we are eating out this week, but we sure had a good time admiring the produce.



Can I just tell you how delicious those strawberries were?







We bought strawberries, brioche, and an almond croissant. Consumed on premises: a banana nutella crepe and half of a croissant.

We bought strawberries, brioche, and an almond croissant. Consumed on premises: a banana nutella crepe and half of a croissant.

The countdown has begun. I return to Houston next Wednesday and do not see Paris again until the first of July. I am hoping this sunny weather continues so that I can cover lots of ground and take lots of pictures before I leave.

Bon weekend!


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To Market, To Market, Or Be A Fat Pig

Mark and I arrived in Paris on Sunday.  I don’t like a Sunday arrival because our pantry and fridge are always bare, and the grocery stores close at 1:00. Not surprisingly, we are never inspired to go shopping when we stumble into the apartment at 10:30 or 11:00 am, in desperate need of a nap and a shower. I’m not sure we have ever made it to the store on such an arrival morning, and this time was no exception. We snacked on a bag of chips and then bought a croque monsieur from a vendor at Trocadero while waiting for the Bra Toss festivities. I do not recommend it unless you are as famished as we were at that point. That night we dined out.  Monday night Mark had a business dinner out, and I made myself a pizza. Tuesday night we ate with friends at a tiny restaurant called Le Severo, said by some to be the best steak and frites in Paris.  Dinner was delicious, starting with this.


Salami and a hunk of French butter.  Yeah, that happened.  And we ate it, shamelessly, with this.


Followed by steak and crispy, twice-fried french fries, and topped off by chocolate mousse and creme caramel.  Oh yes we did.

My point here is that it’s now Wednesday and we haven’t eaten a healthy meal at home (or anywhere, truth be told) since we arrived.  Fortunately, today is market day, and I headed out with my little red grocery cart to load up on some veggies before our pants became too tight to button.

Going to the market used to fill me with terror.  It’s all so French- the language, the money, the protocol at each vendor. Do I help myself? Is there a queue here somewhere? Am I invisible? I still get a little stressed, but I have learned that if I walk in there with fake confidence, I emerge at the other end feeling triumphant and marginally competent.

The President Wilson market is a bit of a hike with a cart, so I usually take the metro two stops to get there.

my chariot awaits

my chariot awaits

When I ascend from the metro, the market is just across the street.



The flowers always tempt me, but I make myself wait until I have done my shopping.  It’s my little reward.  Here are some pics from today’s offerings.

fresh pasta

fresh pasta

delicious breads

delicious breads






Somehow, the photo I took of all my purchases has disappeared into the cyber-junkyard, never to be seen again.  I bought a big bunch of beautiful new potatoes, an artichoke, a bunch of kale that was so big it looked like a baby when she handed it to me in its brown paper wrapping, a huge bunch of scallions, some garlic and onions, and two gorgeous lemons.  The potatoes I have already par-boiled and roasted, and will use them in a green salad tonight and with tahini sauce later, as recommended in Clotilde Dusoulier’s The French Market Cookbook (which I love).  Tomorrow night will be a kale salad from Joy The Baker and a roasted vegetable tart.  I was hoping to find asparagus and rhubarb today, but I guess it’s still too early.  Actually, there was asparagus, but at $10 a pound, I had to pass.  I’m hoping it will get less expensive as the season progresses.

Yeah, this post was pretty much all about food, wasn’t it?  Sometimes you have to quit hanging out at museums and restaurants and get your hands in some real food.  Because there is plenty more bread and cheese and tarte tatin waiting for me out there.  And butter.  Always the butter.

Enjoy some real food today, mes amis!



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Cast of Characters at the Market

Wednesday was market day at my favorite (and closest) President Wilson Market.  Look who came home with me?

The lettuce here is amazing- huge and luscious. This head cost about a dollar!

I can never find fresh peas at home, so I splurged on these babies, which cost a lot more than a dollar.

And today’s special guests!!!!

Fresh from his appearance on Facebook, where he asked,”Does this eggplant make my nose look big?”

Who knew you could meet such interesting characters at the market?

Make friends with your veggies before you eat them!


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