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Our Paris Apartment . . .
Our Paris apartment...is located in our favourite Arrondissement (the Marais), it's big, it's comfortable and it's oh so peaceful.
It also has a terrace where we spend most mornings watching the morning unfold, eating breakfast and generally just waking up.
Moi - The Pastry Chef !
After an afternoon spent kneading, rolling and egg washing, I've decided to think of myself as an officially trained French pastry chef.
The fact that I showed up to the wrong cooking school initially, in my eyes, plays no part in my "promotion".
The French may not agree, but pfft .....
4 smelly days later . . .
Our luggage has arrived!
Guess how we celebrated....oh yeah baby....
French Yoghurt !
Do you know what one of my all time favourite things in France is?
Their yoghurt.
Oh mon dieu!
Les Papilles . . .
To continue my birthday celebrations (yes, I plan to celebrate the entire month of May), we headed off over the Sienne to our favourite restaurant from our last visit to Paris - Les Papilles (see here)
It did not disappoint.
4 courses and many hours later, it was time to roll back out into the busy Parisian streets. I was one very happy (and full) little lady.
Maddens Rise !
We drove up the gravel driveway of this little winery, hidden from the main road, and I will admit that my initial feeling was a little disappointment. The initial sight of the little shed-like structure just didn't match the grand building I had built up in my head.
And then I walked through the door.
Oh my!
She Bangs Coffee
I like to think we all have dreams we want to come true. A goal. Something we're passionate about. Unfortunately, not everyone has the drive or the ability to fulfill them.
Not my niece!
If you happen to be in Brisbane and travelling through the the inner-city suburb of Albion, then you should make a beeline for She Bangs Coffee.
It's small and intimate and serves absolutely delicious coffee.
It's also my gorgeous niece's coffee shop.
Did I mention she's brilliant!
Another Memory of France !
Oh mon dieu!
I wish I was back here, sitting at this very table, eating this cheese, sipping this wine and listening to this hillbilly/jazz/French band right at this very moment.
Another French Memory !
Whilst strolling leisurely along the Seine one sunny Autumn day, I spotted something familiar. It was the cover of a cookbook I knew– Jamie Oliver’s America.
A cookbook, I might add, that I didn’t have.
It was all in French.
