No excuses...let's go to Paris

 I offer no excuse for being absent. Just ask forgiveness. I was in France for a month with tempermental Wifi...or wee-fee as it's called. Am ashamed to say my phone was stolen, yes, I felt like a country bumpkin when that happened.  Here's some photos that miraculously made it to the cloud beforehand.

 My wonderful editor sent me a galley of THREE HOURS IN PARIS to share with booksellers in Paris.

In a covered passage

 Here are three cakes. Yes, edible confections - even a Chanel bag, lipstick and perfume - for an amazing occasion.

Seriously, this is a work of art that I want to spoil and eat it.

 Those blue café chairs that I want to bring home.

 A glimpse into the Patisserie window.

 At the Toulouse Lautrec exhibition at the Grand Palais.

 Cheese, cheese, and more cheese.

 Big thrill was visiting Aimée's 'place' on the Ile Ste-Louis. The City of Paris granted us a special tour.

The view from Aimée's window...

A great bistro on the Seine.

Cara - Tuesday

A goat summer or l'été with les chèvres

Somehow I've been spending a lot of time with goats. That's Marshall, the white one who I've misnamed in a previous post and Capucchino behind him who's the queen chèvre of the pen. 

Luxurious quarters that overlook sunflowers, fields of harvested hay for their fellow horses. These chèvres eat organic veggies and even branches from the rosebushes.

Sunflowers nod in the breeze and the bench invites a pause.

Even a deux chevaux and zinnia's nearby.

The day topped off with an apero nearby and I wanted to catch the light hitting a glass of white wine.  Like the French countryside.

But when I walked outside the bistro it felt like I'd stepped into a Spanish village. 

 The white stucco buildings.

 Tiled timeworn steps.

Where do you think this was?

Cara - Tuesday somewhere