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

sometimes it's the food....

Maybe it's always the food...the ingredients, the preparation and breaking bread with those close to us that bonds people and place in a special way. Looking for something else I came across these photos today. Now, I'm feeling peckish...maybe Caro and Zoë will correct me on that, but actually starving and got transfixed by photos from Paris and the Berlin trip.

 Berthillon - best ice cream in the world - imho - located on the Ile Saint-Louis produces ice cream gateau...and my friend brought these treasures for dessert.

 Old fashioned sweet shop in Montmartre that begs an encore visit

 My pal Inga in a socialist resto in Berlin - the hearty winter soup was wunderschön

 Oysters at le Baron Rouge near Bastille

 Donna attacking the charcuterie in paris

 A layered seafood mille-feuilles...amazing and somewhere on the Left Bank.

Felafel on the street in the Marais the way it should be eaten.

Cara - Tuesday