Ok everybody. Here we go. Entry #1 of “Oh my gosh, Annie Fain’s actually in France” blog entries. Though I normally keep blogging mostly art/business related the next succession of entries will have a more personal slant because I’m far, far from home and can’t help myself. After all, it is a great way for a non-facebooker like myself to “tell stories with pictures” right?
Yes, I’m finally and officially here in France (still getting used to the idea). I’ll skip the travel details, because clearly I made it here well enough and head straight to one of the most important topics of our lives….FOOD!
Hey! Everybody whose anybody is doing it, especially the French. Thom, one of my two incredibly sweet and generous hosts, took me out my first night here to exactly the type of little restaurant you are imagining in your head right now. It was lovely! (Remember, my intention is to share, not to make you jealous.)
We sat at a little table literally squeezed between a railing and the front window (from which to better watch the tall, slender, perfectly dressed, young Parisian men smoke their cigarettes out on the street…this particular stereotype is so completely true).
We started with Fois Gras, of course. I really liked that it was served with fig jam and a little pile of crunchy seasalt.
…accompanied with a sip of red wine, of course.
After a main course of Coq au Vin, which Julia child went on about in her book My Life in France, we had Creme Brulee, (once again) of course.
Full and pink-cheeked we closed the evening out with a saunter by the Seine on Il St. Louis (which is smack dab in the middle of Paris and where my hosts have an apartment) with Notre Dame in the background. Wow!
Here’s my first journal entry using the mini-watercolor set that my friend Melissa gave me. All I could think to draw was that wonderful meal. I know that are many more such meals in my future, but the first will always be special.
