Bonjour, mes amis! I’m back from four days in Paris, which, as it turns out, is the perfect amount of time. We shopped, we ate, we strolled. And strolled. And strolled. We walked MILES. I’m not sure my feet could have taken another day.
I’ve got plenty of post topics coming up in the days ahead. I’ll go into more detail about what we ate, where we shopped (short answer: every damn minuscule boutique I had ever read about, basically), and how we got there.
But in the meantime, here’s a tiny taste. A list of rules for Parisiennes.
1) If you live in Paris, you must wear a scarf at all times. Men and women. Also: skinny jeans. But especially scarves.
2) Every restaurant in Paris must have duck confit on the menu. It’s the law, I think.
3) Every street musician must play Dean Martin’s “Sway.” Accordian, saxophone, doesn’t matter. If you can play it repeatedly in a metro train with a captive audience and a metallic echo ringing off the walls, all the better.
4) If you have a snooty little French dog and it poops on the sidewalk, as a Parisian, it is your right to ignore it. Don’t pick it up. Let someone else’s shoe do the work for you.
5) When you want steamed mussels and fries, you can never find them.
I was just in Paris! I hope you liked it as much as I did. Also, your cat is awfully cute.
I loved it! It was great. I’ll be doing more detailed post throughout this week and I’ll check out your blog to see more on your trip. And now Petunia’s head has gotten even bigger from the compliment!
Four days in Paris is a nice amount of time to visit the lovely city. The nice thing about walking is that it burns off the calories from the wonderful food.
We definitely ate some great food, including amazing dinners at Le Atelier de Joel Robuchon and Jean George Vongerichten’s Market.