I mentioned a while back that I was going to France, but in the frenzied lead up to our flight, I ran out of time to do the actual “Okay, I’m leaving” post. So voila – I’m doing it now – albeit a bit late. Posts may be infrequent for the next two weeks, and I may not be able to respond to comments. But I will be reading them! And as usual I love to get your comments.
I’m writing from my sister’s apartment in Oberkampf, a funky neighbourhood in the 11th arrondisement. My husband is asleep on her couch, tired from a day of walking the Bastille market; a sunny picnic (which the French pronounce “peek-neek”) of our market treasures (the best cheeses ever, saucissoun, baguette, olives, and a really decent 2 Euro bottle of Bordeaux, followed by nougat and macaron) by the Seine; and finally a walk through the Marais, the old Jewish quarter – capped off by the best falalel ever. As you can see, we are travelling on our stomachs.
I do plan to see quite a few gardens while in France and will write about them as soon as possible. You can also expect photos of garden shops and florists, and general floral prettiness. A bientot!