Tuesday, August 14, 2018

mostly food....la France

I'm pounding the laptop keys in foggy San Francisco. Maybe you remember what Mark Twain said about this city during August, 'The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.' True enough and I'm editing my story, set in an unseasonably warm autumn in Paris, consulting my notebooks and visuals.
Here's what's helping me remember that time in Paris.

 Aimée's pink scooter
 Warm, flaky croissants
 Berthillon's famous ice cream cake from Ile Saint-Louis
Oysters at le Baron Rouge
 Playing boules
 Checking out the anarchist cafe la Liberté
 Stopping at Empress Eugenie's necklace styled mansion now given to charity
 The Picpus cemetary where aristo's and commoners, beheaded at nearby Place de la Nation, remains were carted through the gates during the Revolution.
ok back to work,
Cara - Tuesday


  1. Cara, I want. I want. I want. Since I never had lunch today, I'd like to start with the oysters please. I would have started with the bubblegum scooter, but I am afraid that riding it through the Place de la Concorde would skip me right ahead to the cemetery. And that would mean missing the ice cream cake.

  2. Well, you certainly gained my attention (and sympathy) over your current struggle. :)