My new go-to lunch spot is conveniently the same as my go-to wine spot: Verjus bar à vins, which is now serving up excellent sandwiches during the day.
Are you on Instagram? Of course you are. Here’s my last month or so via our favorite square photo based social networking platform.
It’s been a month of late nights, lunches, beer, and bourbon. If you’d like to see what’s going on through the lens of my iPhone, you can find me under dianeabroad.
After dinner at Les Cocottes last week, I eschewed the metro for a chilly walk back home, accompanied the whole way by the good ol’ iron lady herself.
I ran into something I didn’t even know existed in Paris: the flamme de la Liberté, a full-sized replica of the Statue of Liberty’s flame.
And then, of course, the bling. I never get tired of this.
This week, a small group of us gathered at Dans les Landes to celebrate our friend Brad’s birthday.
It turned out to be an excellent choice; a Spanish/French tapas restaurant, Dans les Landes serves lots of shareable, creative small plates. Truffle risotto served in beef bones! Smoked duck and foie gras salad made into maki-like lettuce rolls! Mushroom “cappuccino” soup! Nothing pretentious, just good food and a convivial atmosphere.
Happy birthday, Bradley!
Dans Les Landes
119bis Rue Monge, 75005 (Censier – Daubenton)
01 45 87 06 00
And now I’m in Nice, writing from an American-style diner. I got here on Tuesday and the whole week has been a blur of trying to figure out the apartment and the town and realizing more and more that I’m irrevocably addicted to the internet.
(Note: lots of these pictures were sourced from various people’s cameras and phones, using the “party mode” feature from Google+ Events.)
Summer parties mean the rosé disappears before anything else.
Any good party, I think, starts with a ton of good food.
I was obsessed with the sky in Normandie.
I took the train from Paris to Bayeux last Friday to spend the weekend driving around the countryside, marveling at wheat fields and puffy clouds and red, red poppies. And cows. Happy, happy cows. No wonder Normandie butter is so good.