Bonjour mes petit pois!
I think it’s fair to say that mes Francais leaves much to be desired. Fortunately my in-laws live En France and so the husband has picked up the obligatory smattering of the language over the years. This is most welcome as Paris is fast becoming one of our favourite retreats.
The Eurostar sale is our friend and whenever we can we take advantage of cheap tickets and a short train ride under the channel on a Friday evening, arriving in the City of Light for a digestif and with a weekend ahead of vin, pain, et chocolat. (And yarn of course!)
Although we arrived tired from work and were greeted with drizzle and the traditional pokey Parisian apartment, the weather has perked up over the past few days and we are ending our trip in spring sunshine and with white wine rather than grog au rhum to keep the cold at bay.
More details about where we ate and,
perhaps more importantly, what we drank, once we’re back home and with better internet. In the meantime heres a snapshot of our highly non-traditional Easter weekend.