|Fountain of the Palais Royale|
There are few places on earth as lovely as Paris in June. Paris is stunning, even in the rain. And we've had lots of it - 48 days of rain in a row to be precise. But that doesn't dampen Parisian spirits in the least. Everyone has an umbrella and if they don't, well a short wait in a cafe or under a building overhang is just another welcome part of the day.
|Taken on my bus ride home, having narrowly escaped the downpour|
Gardens and flower boxes are in bloom throughout the city. Plants are stocked in abundance at shops and marchés, my favorite fruits and vegetables are pretty much everywhere. It's all so tempting... and it kicks my desire for a garden into overdrive.
|Left bank flower shop in bloom|
|Living room of 'Los Abuelos' in Carmel|
Why, oh WHY, leave Paris? Well, it's like this: I have a re-occurring vision of a dozen kindred spirits gathered together at one, long, antique linen covered, candle lit table sharing the meal they made together from ingredients gathered just that morning. A percolating plan that involves marchés, vineyards, farmers, bee-hive lovers and cheese makers. An idea rich in seasonal fruit freshly plucked off the trees and turned into jams and tarts, or just devoured right there on the spot. Because I have a hunch that there is a deep desire (beyond mine) to reconnect with the rhythm of the seasons and the source of all things yummy - an experience shared with those of like mind in the land of 590 cheeses.
|Persimmons, eaten within hours of picking (in salad)|
|Peas and their pods|
|Dreamy old tile floor|
Dites-moi tout! (Tell me everything)