When I think of Paris, one of the first images that comes to mind is a picnic along the Seine. As the city turns to Springtime, that dream finally came true. Last Friday, some friends and I took a baguette, some chèvre, and a tomato to the banks of the Seine. We sat on a blanket along the river with a view of Notre Dame and listened to classic French music. Our baguette was still warm when we bought it, and the crust made the perfect baguette crackling sound that Ratatouille taught us to listen for.
As we were leaving the grocery store, we passed the fresh orange juice machine. Not only are these machines ridiculously fun to watch, they also produce some of the best orange juice I’ve ever tasted. And since no orange juice is complete without champagne, we also bought the second-cheapest bottle of sparkling white wine and made fresh mimosas.
Since a picture is worth 1,000 words, I’m keeping it short. Click the link to this music as you look at these pictures of us enjoying a just-baked baguette and fresh-squeezed mimosas.
As we were walking home, we came across a man playing the piano in the middle of a bridge. I don’t know what song he was playing, but here‘s how it made me feel.
Catch me this week frantically trying to complete all the work I didn’t do because I was too busy picnicking! And since I know you want more, here‘s a link to the greatest beginning of Spring song ever written.