But what about my finds in France?
First class olive oil - prémiere cru - from Nyons the olive capital. Alas, no way.
German farmer clogs - space for lots of socks but takes too much room.
Even one of these delights grabbed from a patisserie got smashed.
I tried bringing a honey-apricot confiture, with honey harvested from the bee-hives at the Ministry of Agricultures (they have a mini-farm in the grounds of the Ministry which is in the centre of Paris!), but it got confiscated at CDG airport. A sin. I tried telling the grumpy guard that instead of tossing it in the trash, just please take it home and enjoy.
Too bad these were out of my price range. And tricky to fit into a roller bag.
The local brocante in the 12th arrondissement fit in my budge.
Or made room for any of these creations at the Dior exhibit - amazing.
Not even space for a straw boater from the guignette where Renoir painted his famous - Afternoon Boating Party
Especially this from Jean Cocteau's house
Cara - Tuesday
Oh, Cara, what temptations! I especially love the brocantes--where I can often find the vintage bed linens that I can't get enough of. But my first choice is the olive oil. I would have left something behind to take that home.
ReplyDeleteI would have gone for the olive oil, too, Annamaria, although no good for hand baggage travellers. Meanwhile, eat the patisserie delights, and wear the hat!
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