Escargots les 12
When we arrived at our rental apartment and I was going through the kitchen cupboards and drawers (doesn’t everybody do this?) I came across a set of escargot tongs. Right alongside the forks and knives. Only in France.
Today my Mom and I went to a lovely Brasserie in the Marais district and had a full order of twelve delicious escargot as our first course followed by duck confit with roasted potatoes and a mixed green salad with the most wonderfully piquant vinaigrette.
It was a very good thing that the food was so satisfying and fortifying as I had spent the early afternoon dragging my Mom around searching for treasures. We found many.
This evening we met up with an old Vancouver friend who moved to Paris three years ago. We had a drink and met his new girlfriend who is beautiful and smart and so very French. We talked about friends we have in common, our kids and plans for the future. He looked so well and I felt so happy for him.
Sometimes the world seems like a wonderfully small place.