Taking a break from it all during yesterday's holiday, I did one of my favorite things to do in Paris, and took a walk around the city where I let my thoughts wander to slices of my life.
Here are some things that reminded me...
....of my mother. No not disturbing marzipan babies in floating leaves.
Her favorite market Fauchon, or as she calls it, "Fo' Shawnz" which sounds more like a salon in an In Living Color skit not a gourmet épicerie. Madeleine
...of my grandpa.
If I he were here, he would start singing in his thick Italian accent
"Patch of blue, I love you, how do you do?"
It's his official song to introduce blue skies peaking through the clouds. I love him.
Oberkampf
...of my Maker's on the rock days.I used to go to the now closed down bar, Star Shoes on Hollywood Boulevard on Monday Funk Night. 9th arrondissement
...that I'm part Mexican and Cinco de Mayo was on Saturday!I treated myself to a belated cinnamon margarita. La Perla
...of my pretentious ex-boyfriend Adam in LA.
He used to try to emulate his style after Godard
and claimed he spoke French.
He didn't speak French nor did he look like the iconic filmmaker.
Adam would so have this doormat.
Belleville
...of Séb.
He appreciates little things like simple street art.
Le Marais
...that home is where I hang my hat.
Or in my case, where the food and wine is.
After my long day by myself, I arrived at Séb's to find dinner waiting for me and in true American style, we ate at the kitchen counter.
