I saw 4 women eating baguettes or sandwiches on the street. Skinny bitches. I love them.
I saw 1 woman eating an eclair as she window-shopped. Genius.
I found my dream car, this little thing called Le Figaro. It might have been a custom car whose owner christened it Le Figaro.
I ran in the Parc Monceau, a luscious neighborhood park filled with adorable French children, and their equally adorable parents, playing. This is where my boyfriend would play when he was a child. It made me love him even more.
On the way back from my run, I stopped in at the Monoprix in search of speculoos butter, which Hidden Kitchen chef Braden calls “crack goo.” I didn’t find the crack goo, but I did find 23 new species of cookies and 14 new species of butter, and 17 new species of yogurt. It was a brave new world, and I can’t wait to return.
I walked out of Monoprix (still in running gear, mind you) with two boxes of cookies and yogurt. As I got lost finding my way home, I ingested too many cookies.
I like sitting in cafes in the afternoon and having an espresso. It’s very good.