I have it from reliable sources that Paris has had a not so fantastic summer, on the weather front. It has been tres mal as they say.
This knowledge has filled me with more than my usual bit of arrogance as I spend yet another day in the glorious Los Angeles sunshine.
I’ve not counted, but if I said it hasn’t rained in at least four months no one would call me a liar. It is dry as a bone in the land of Disney and I’m glad about it. Yesterday was perfect for a hike, and today, well today I walked to the market to buy some happy treats.
That’s when it happened. I found myself transported. Am I really in L.A. or has my longing for France allowed me to access a secret portal to Paris?
Whatever it was; it wasn’t a bad deal. No jet lag, no customs; not a bad deal at all.
And at the end a crusty baguette….
|I had two sneak a taste of these olives|
|be still my macaron heart|
|I got the tomme de savoire|
|my pick of the day|
|hawaiian shirt guy got his crepe to go|
|baguette with quince and taleggio..yum|