So nice that we decided to pack a picnic and go to the park. We hit up a market and the beautiful and delicious boulangerie Au Blé Sucré some some bread and pastries, and ended up at the park and enjoyed the cheeses to inspire all cheeses. Comte, Chevre aux Herbes Fine, Saint Marcelin, and my favourite, Tommes de Brebis. Wine. Bread. Smoked Salmon. Tarte au caramel salé. Heaven. We also enjoyed wine in the park, which is not illegal like it is at home (what is really so wrong about having some spirits in the park? government bullsh•t!) although we forgot to bring glasses so we were drinking it hobo styles. Classy, I know.
And yes, we may have just gorged ourselves, but no visit to Paris is complete without sampling some macarons. (Luckily, lugging our luggage has been quite the workout but I'm not sure it's been enough to ward off tubby bellies. We may be a little plumper when we arrive in Berlin. The trip so far has been more of a culinary tour). We went to Ladurée, which is on the Champs Elysées and can take credit for creating the macaron. We sampled licorice, lemon, coffee and cardomom, raspberry, cherry almond, and pistacio. C'est delicieux.
And it was on this day that it occurred to me that Paris has a taste for the bizarre. Namely, jesters and clowns and stores with crazy masks to accommodate the need. Here are few examples:
Met a few more of Dave's friends, including Ben and Laurenie and beautiful little Rachel, the smartest two-and-a-half year old I've met. So smart that she learned our names and would say little things like "Colleen elle est contente, Dave il est contente" and follow most of her sentences with a perfect little ribbon: "et voila".
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