Paris: Strike
It wouldn’t be a trip to Paris without a protest. Tammi and I saw this one near the Bastille as we were going to the market to buy the Poulet du Bresse. I never figured out what it was about, but I...
View ArticleParis: Sunday Shutdown
I know I have been in Paris on a Sunday before, but somehow I didn’t remember dealing with the fact that on Sunday all the shops and many of the restaurants are either closed all day or close up early...
View ArticleParis: The Wheel of Excellence
I’m not fond of Ferris Wheels. I can’t see one without thinking of the deathtrap out in Coney Island. So, it took a little cajoling from Tammi to get me on the giant wheel that towers over Place de la...
View ArticleParis: Scarves
Of the many observations in Paris that Tammi made that I would never have noticed was that everyone wears scarves. Nice scarves. I don’t really understand the concept, but Tammi certainly appreciated...
View ArticleSouvenirs: Coffee Spoons
I’m not a coffee drinker, but Tammi is and whenever she had coffee, she got one of these cute little spoons. Before we left we went to BHV, the department store near our apartment and picked up a...
View ArticleParis: Pork Spread
At Au Pied Cochon, as one would expect of a place named after a Pig’s foot, they don’t sully bread with a pat of butter. Instead they provide a small bowl of pork pate to spread. Much like everything...
View ArticleParis: Robert et Louise
Tragically, this piece of loveliness was not mine. I have to mention it anyway. It’s the Ribeye steak for two, cooked on the open wood fireplace in the back of Robert et Louise, in the Marais. I first...
View ArticleLate Night: The Shwarma
Showing a bare modicum of discretion, I’m going to call this feature ‘Late Night.’ This category could very reasonably be called ‘Drunk Food,’ given that while always good, most of the dishes I expect...
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