jour no. 6 - you can take the girl out of california...

...but for lunch today I reverted to my typical earthy-crunchy self and had a rice, hijiki, and tofu bowl, plus a carrot-orange-ginger juice, at Rose Bakery, a fantastic little spot near Place Pigalle. What with my morning French lesson and my tendency to futz around in the apartment, I haven't been stepping outside till around 2, which means I'm missing out on lunch in most restaurants, which typically only serve from noon to 2 or 2:30. So I have to look for places that, like Rose Bakery, offer service continu. You don't get the best service in mid-afternoon (yesterday at Les Editeurs, the sole waiter on duty slipped around the corner for a smoke, leaving behind his four or five tables), but you can also linger indefinitely, and perhaps feel a little less decadent about having a glass or two of wine as the afternoon goes along.