Sometimes I feel like I’m in some sort of a time warp in Paris – just look at the third picture which screams 70s kitsch. Good thing I like ugly-pretty architecture and I think HBMs are super gorgeous. The passageway in the second picture reminds me of Shanghai.
A mid-afternoon craving for fries turned into a full-blown lunch with shish kebabs after a misunderstood order. I didn’t mind, we hadn’t had lunch anyway. Agneau kebabs are tastier than I imagined, I only wish they don’t just sell kebabs in pairs.
A growing fascination. I’m secretly wishing for green thumbs and am starting to morph into my mother.
Pig snout and fish for lunch at a random restaurant because plan A, plan B and plan C lunch venues turned out to be closed on Saturdays. I’m falling in love with roasted fennel even if it doesn’t seem to have a reputation for being tasty.