French Snippets

My most recent adventures are currently freshest in my mind - go figure ;)  So here's a little snippet: from my languid slouch waiting to board the teeny tiny plane at Dusseldorf International Airport . . . 

. . . to my view from the little kitchen in an apartment perfectly positioned between Jardin du Luxembourg & Boulevard St Michel in the sweet ville de Paris.

Despite it being Summertime, the weather was cool & felt as though it might rain at any moment. So, bracing the wind & weekend crowds, we ventured out in search of warmth & comfort in the form of a hearty brunch & chocolat chaud.  I was most impressed by this particular version of chocolat chaud at l'Ebouillant so decided it deserved a special photo which, it has now come to my attention, the CC had to share with the rosé.

Later in the day, after much walking around & a visit to my favourite little market in a square tucked closeby l'Hotel de Ville, we came up with a homemade fare as the rain finally swept in.

Travel weary & satisfied, it was early to bed to catch up on zzz. So for now, bonne nuit!

Sunday Scenes

Some 'petits morceaux' from this lazy Sunday in St Georges-Motel & it's environs. 

During my morning walk, I pass by field upon field of wheat, ready & waiting for harvest. Sting's 'Field's of Gold' springs to mind...

A little fellow taking a leisurely Sunday slide. He might be a marathon snail, 'cause he's pretty intrepid!

Speaking of intrepid, another fellow on his morning ride, rocking the fluoro yellow hi-viz vest with pink t-shirt.

My recent obsession with Red. Remembering & yearning to watch one of my favourite films, 'Trois couleurs: Rouge' by Krysztof Kieślowski.

To market, to market we go:

Double love because garlic is beautiful. And so are eschallots - as attractive as they are delish.

Caught in the rain. Happy & a bit soggy. 

View from the window beside the little bed where I am currently tucked up, reading a mystery novel or otherwise blogging ;)

La Prohibition

A couple nights ago, a group of friends, French & Australian, gathered together to go hunting for some alcoholic beverages around Melbourne's CBD.  Organised by the French-Australian Chamber of Commerce the night was designed as a step back in time to the era of the speakeasy bar.  The members of the tour formed themselves into smaller teams of five or six, each team with a set of clues to set us on the cocktail trail . . .

This particular evening seemed very apropo in setting the mood of the broody times of film noir & forbidden fancies . . . Hence the railway station pic; drizzle, lamp post & all.

My team members were these gorgeous guys & dolls . . .

Windswept & raring to go, we seized our first clue & took on the rainy streets.

This led us to Strange Wolf, a basement bar situated most inconspicuously down a small alleyway.

Hungry & thirsty little wolves ourselves, there was a moment we feared this scrumptious though modest serve of smoked almonds would be all the pack had to devour . . . 

But then there came la charcutérie & order was restored . . . sort of.

With this extra fuel we tackled the next clue.

Yes, we might have managed to get lost in our own city.

But after a little wandering to and fro, we skipped our way over to Manchester Lane for some more prohibition fare.

After some tomfoolery we got down to the business of our next clue, leading us to a delicious concoction of sweet & sour whisky cocktails.

This lemon & ginger number was the perfect remedy to warm the cockles of our hearts once we'd blown into the bar, rosy cheeked from having clambered up hill & down dale in search of  . . . Whisky and Ale!  (Buddum-chsshh)

And as for the final clue.  This lead us to . . .

. . . a bar in blue.

In my French to English translation confusion I spent my time at Murmur bar mispronouncing it as 'Muremure' or in French, 'WallWall'.  I wondered what the story might be behind this unusual name, & now I realise that at that point I may have had enough champagne.

Until next we meet, mes amis, "Santé!"