|Amazing graffiti I happened upon in Paris.|
And now back to our regularly scheduled program, the 2nd of my 3 Paris photo bomb posts. When you are in Paris, you can't help but become a flâneur, or someone who strolls the streets. I've been coming to Paris for 30 years now, and I still uncover new neighborhoods, and evolving snippets of beauty, like the incredible street pictured above art on Rue Scarron.
Fran Costigan, Frederica, Claire and I hustled over to the Loving Hut post-haste. Loving Huts vary in quality but Paris' is my favorite. The food is top-notch, which makes up for the cranky service. This simple coconut-vegetable soup was so warming on a cold, Paris afternoon.
Elisabeth and I met for dinner at Bhavan Khrishna, a vegan Indian joint near the Gare du Nord. As usual, I had the ginormous mushroom dosa. So did Fran! [We have the same taste in food.]
Love Locks bridge. You and your sweetie write your name on a lock, affix it to the bridge and toss the key in the Seine. And you will live as a couple happily ever after. Or at least until the French government decides to cut off all the locks. Incidentally, this fad is popping up all over the world.
Aurelia and I met for lunch at the impossibly chich Cafe Pinson in the Marais.We both ordered the sweet potato falafels, which were served with a creamy dipping sauce. The side dish includes potatoes, pepper and eggplant. It's a humble but tasty combination and is quite popular in Paris in early autumn, I had it at several different restaurants as a side.
Here's the ever-gorgeous Aurelia at Cafe Pinson. If you are thinking about moving to France, you must check out her new book, Living Abroad in France It is extremely well written and researched and is jam-packed with generous tips and tricks.
I also bought 2 cookbooks in a health food store across the street from my appart'. I can't wait to try some recipes. As a cookbook author, I find it extremely relaxing to cook from other peoples' cookbooks.
Reentry to the US was particularly hard for me this time. Why? I miss the little nothings – les petits riens, For example, generally speaking, in France, people sit down to eat meals, with – gasp! – other people at actual tables sans TV and cell phones, mais avec an awareness of the food they are consuming and an appreciation for the companionship they share. Their lives are real, three-dimensional lives that don't center on social media and FOMO. They bask in the sun. They kiss and hold hands. They sit on park benches and reflect. They make an effort and take pride in their appearance, not because they are superficial but because they know that self-care, inside and out, is essential to one's self-esteem.
Oh, and here's the big one for me, the French say hello, please and thank you. And they think you're rude if you don't do the same. Living in Philadelphia, a large East Coast city, I've gotten so used to doing without these polite little words I was brought up to always say, that it was refreshing to see another way of life.
Next post, I will share my review of a fabulous new, 100% organic [bio] vegan eatery in a cool, up-an-coming Paris neighborhood.