We’ll Always Have Paris
So…just in case you were wondering what it is like to raise a baby girl who is half French, here is an example of Sébastien’s cooing cradle talk, as we prepare for our trip back to France:
“And SOON we will be in FRANCE, and you will be able to eat decent ice cream and TRIPE and BLOOD SAUSAGE and…”
Please note the tone: he sincerely thinks he is tempting her with the promise of heaven. He would probably promise her escargots, too, except 1) they are protected by law and May is too early to harvest them, and 2) he doesn’t want to prepare them.
I should note that Baby Girl is an extremely fussy and difficult eater. So far, she only likes paper, strawberries hot in the strawberry field but NOT from the grocery, and CHEESE. Camembert, smoked Gouda, cheese, cheese, and more cheese, she eats even more of it than paper.
Me, I am dreaming of: macarons from Ladurée, hot chocolate from Charlotte de l’Isle, ice cream from Gelati d’Alberto. Réligieuses and real éclairs with chocolate cream not that white stuff. The Seine at night (SEE! something that’s not food!). The scent of roses in Provence during the rose season. The market in Nice. The Promenade des Anglais. The sea. Everything about Provence. Every detail and breath of air. Also, I admit it, seeing what the Parisian children’s clothing fashions are this year.
What about you? What do you dream about in Paris or in France? If you go there for the first time or if you go back, what do you want to see/eat/do? I will TRY to take pictures for you.