postcards from Paris

8, Fevrier, 2009

Dimanche and the bells of Notre Dame ring triple duty. I am truly blessed with a flat that must be in the quietest neighbourhood of Paris and to date, the music of these bells is all I require for my entertainment. Petit dejeuner - pamplemousse, poire, fromage, pain et yoghurt.
A walk through the Isle Saint Louis takes me to my new local for cafe, then off to Le Dome for lunch with a spirited French man and many elegant ghosts. Hemingway in particular, approved of my choice of monk fish liver and turbot avec hollandaise sauce. The chef presented an amuse of risotto with black truffles and seared scallop complete with its roe. No dinner ce soir, not quite so hungry any more.