Paris, two months ago – Or, long overdue photos.
February 21, 2012
My sister and I said goodbye to 2011 with flowers and hello to 2012 with cheese. Lots of it. Cow’s milk, sheep’s milk, goat’s milk, aged, fresh, subtle, stinky. We spent the first few days of the new year holed up in her cosy chambre de bonne, watching Downton Abbey and venturing out in cases of extreme emergency only, namely to play peek a boo with a friend’s new baby and to get the best Chinese food ever from Les Pates Vivantes.
The last day came too soon, but it was time to get back to Brooklyn where lots of work, a wonderful boyfriend and beloved friends were waiting for me. It is a weird feeling to leave home to come back… home. But such is the life of the expatriate. Thank goodness for air travel.
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Amelie
Those photos are gorgeous! I love your sisters table — I may have some serious table-envy over that beauty. It looks great up against the window like that! And that cheese photograph: wow!
Ah, cheese… Yum.
Isn’t her table awesome? It came with the apartment. I have no idea how they managed to get that big slab of marble up seven flights of stairs! The base isn’t light either… We should keep an eye out for marble next time we go hunting!
It was THERE when she moved in!? Well make sure she takes it with her when she moves out! That table is a masterpiece of tables.
Ha! She wishes! But the landlord wouldn’t be too happy if she did.