|The scent wafting from this picturesque |
bakery each morning was truly satisfying.
And that's because when one is in France one is on holiday (not in front of a computer or in a car), one does not have access to one's own kitchen, one is happy and well-rested, and one is surrounded by a cornucopia of beauty for the eyes, ears, nose, AND mouth.
|Beautiful AND delicious.|
My most interesting observation during my trip: I had NO afternoon chocolate cravings (despite what you might assume based on the accompanying photo), or sugar cravings for that matter, at all. Every guide to Paris goes on and on about chocolate and macaroons. Neither called to me, as I was not interested in eating between meals. I even got sick of cheese, meat, and bread by the end. I did not get sick of the wine.
I felt pretty pleased with my approach when listening to the ladies I was travelling with talk about food and eating. Many of these ladies were a decade or more older than me, and vibrant and healthy, and yet they were STILL concerned about their waistlines. Do I need to say that they did not clean their plates? They even mentioned the c-word - calories. My god, I thought, I DO NOT want to be running that same old tiresome soundtrack through my brain 5 years from now, let alone 15 or 25 years from now. I figured I would never eat food this delicious again for a long time, and it was prepared with great care, so I should just enjoy eating it (all of it).
|After. I alone cleaned my plate, |
and I don't regret it!
Vive la liberation?