Sometimes I got embarrassed taking pictures of my food in fancier restaurants. It's hard enough to be the young American girl who doesn't speak French (at ALL) and feels intimidated. But the thought of being the young American taking pictures of everything she eats like some sort of crazy person kind of pushed me over the edge.
Plus, I was on my honeymoon! I was enjoying myself! Reveling in the excitement of my brand new marriage and all that jazz. So I don't have as many pictures as I would like. Bear with me. Use your imagination.
One of my favorite meals in Paris was the picnic that Zack and I had in the gardens at Versailles. They are just beautiful.
We sat in a little enclave with a fountain and benches and feasted on a freshly baked baguette, two kinds of cheese (I would tell you what they were if I knew - the guy at the fromagerie picked them for us. All I know is that one was goat and one was cow) and a half bottle of wine (that we got in a grocery store for a few Euros. It had a screw top, but it was delicious). Look how happy Zack looks.
I'm pretty content as well.
On to the palace at Versailles!
Now that it's really fall in New York, I want to be back in Paris even more. It's cold here! And I can't just eat cheese with gay abandon in my regular life. Oh well.
2 comments:
Looks lovely...and such detailed recall of the meals...autumn in ny?
sounds pretty lovely too...db
Yeah, I'm with your dad on that one, especially since it's becoming fall in London and there really isn't anything that romantic about that. That was a nice little piece though.
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