Picked up some of the deservedly legendary bread, along with a bag of butter cookies that ended up giving me insomnia (maybe because I ate at least 20 - no exaggeration - while watching dubbed Almodovar films on tv).
Thanks to my generous friend Sylvie, I have my very own apartment in Paris for, yes, 25 days. I have no plans or agenda, other than (1) trying to become less self-conscious about speaking French, and (2) visiting the city's marchés, patîsseries, boulangeries, cafés, confiseries, fromageries, restaurants...
So sad i couldn't join you on this trip at least for some of it.
ReplyDeleteBring me some of those butter cookies though...
:-)