Wednesday PM: Quittin’ Time
That’s okay. I really didn’t want to make a batch of ice cream tonight anyways. (Although I really didn’t want to spend the next forty-five minutes on my hands and knees with a sponge and a bucket either.)
That’s okay. I really didn’t want to make a batch of ice cream tonight anyways. (Although I really didn’t want to spend the next forty-five minutes on my hands and knees with a sponge and a bucket either.)
One of the best restaurants in Paris is one that I have a hard time recommending. It’s not that the food isn’t consistently very good-to-excellent. Nor is the service anything less than friendly and sincere. One problem with L’Entredgeu is that it’s way up in the 17th, pretty much away from everything else. That’s relatively minor, though. The big problem for me is the name;…
This past weekend I went to the Marché des Producteurs de Pays, a lively little outdoor event where people come from across France to sell their edible wares here in Paris. Naturally, there were lots of mountain cheeses, specialty honey, and regional wines. But I was on a mission to stock up on les pruneaux d’Agen since I knew the producers (producteurs) would be there…
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