Wednesday, February 20, 2013

City of Light

 "Lipstick on my belly button and music in the air—thaat's Paris, son. What a lovely city! What grenouilles à la provençale. What Châteauneuf-du-Pape, what white poodles and white chimneys, what charming waiters, and poules de luxe, and maîtres d'hôtel, what gardens and bridges and streets! How fascinating the crowds before ones café table, how quaint and charming and hidden the little courtyards with their wells and statues. Those garlic-filled belches! Those silk-stockinged legs! Those mascara'd eyelashes! Those electric switches and toilet chains that never work! Hola! Dites donc! Bouillabaisse! Au revoir!"

-Letter from Paul Child (Julia Child's husband) to his twin brother Charlie

Doesn't this letter make Paris sound dreamy and exciting?? Other than the garlic belches and broken toilets I'll take it! O a trip to sunny Paris, eating my weight in gelato, wandering in and out of one bakery to the next sinking my teeth into fresh, warm pastries. Trying to "dress French" and fit in even though I know I'd stick out like a sore American thumb and doing every other stereotypical act a Frenchman would do. Well, almost every other thing.

pictures via Pinterest

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