Postcards from Paris

5, Fevrier, 2009

As I write, the bells of Notre Dame are tolling. The steeple is in view from my desk. Aujourd'hui, je marche a very long way to a market I remember visiting on my last trip to Paris. I was particularly enchante avec a vendor who sold special combinations of sea salts. Today, I made her tres happy as I stocked my pantry avec salts, pepper, mustards, mayonnaise, honey, oil, nutmeg and a tomato confit which madame promised will delight my palate. When I arrived home to my wee flat, I cooked a delicious dejeuner, for myself.