Greetings from a temperamental & stormy South of France - we've got rays of sun in the morning, gray skies by the early afternoon, and then sudden bursts of rain (and the odd clap of thunder just to keep us on our toes). But let me tell you friends, neighbors, and anyone pray-tell who is keeping up with the blog, it's like Palm Springs here compared to the four days we spent in the Lorraine - not even wrapping ourselves in layers of homecooking could save us from the icy winds. Chills-ville dear readers.
And while I do think I ate my weight in apple tart, clearly the highlight of our trip was the four hours we spent in Paris. Now if we didn't already sing it high & low through the hills of Provence last week, fours hour is just not enough time in the City of Lights (I've got the blurry photos to prove it). But, of course, Paris is always somehow magical, and our Sunday stopover gave us just enough time to peek at the whimiscal Christmas windows at Printemps & Galeries Lafayette and enjoy lunch at Café de la Paix near the Paris Opéra.
If you haven't seen the Christmas windows at Printemps, as I hadn't, it's quite a sight; or more like a show. The windows are either elaborately costumed, or animated, or both -as in the Mister et Miss Lanvin window above. All I know is I'll have whatever they're drinking; that's one swinging party.
Our table at Café de la Paix had a sliver of a view of the Opéra and was crowded with chatty tourists & many grumpy-looking Parisians...so I was quite convinced we had made the right lunch choice. It wasn't cheap in the slightest, mind you, and if we'd had more time to spare, we would have surely hit the Marais or one of the restaurants extolled by Paris bloggers & admirers-at-large.
But we did have a good, solid lunch of heaping salads and rolled-beef canapés, and, truth-be-told, Café de la Paix is one of those swanky-joints which just makes you feel, well, Parisian...chic, old-world, and yes, a tad grumpy. And oui, those are french fries in the background; Paris french fries.