Life in Paris is great. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Admittedly there are aspects which could be improved (will talk about that in another post) but if you are a foodie, there really is nowhere in the world any better.
This morning, for example, I woke up to discover a half bottle of Billecart-Salmon Brut Rosé in my handbag! (And yes, in case anyone skim-read that, I repeat, not half a bottle, but a half bottle. It was placed there with the best of intentions (i.e. of being drunk that evening) but it was outdone by the Saint Emilion, Sauternes and Saint Julien. See here
So with a big smile on my face remembering that night, comme toujours for a Friday morning, I pootled off to the market
to buy my usual groceries but this time, as I was on my way back, I walked past a stall I must have seen a few times before but had never noticed (there's too many other sights and smells at my market to take in.) But I was very pleased to finally notice this one which sells French artisanal cheeses and cured meats and pâtés.
I almost suceeded in walking past. In fact I walked the length of the stall, until I did my "ratatouille face" (for those of you who know me in real life, you'll probably have seen this face many times) as my twitchy nose picked up the smell of the cheese. Very much like in a cartoon (or indeed a Pixar film) my feet took me on a U-turn and there I was standing expectantly - and probably with a little drool forming at the side of my mouth - in front of all these cheeses!
(In case you haven't seen the film Ratatouille, here's the trailer.)
And a full ten minutes later, having tried every cheese on the stall, I have a Cantal Vieux, a Saint Nectaire and a Tomme de Brebis... some of the tastiest cheeses I've had in a very long time.
You see, the ratatouille analogy is actually very appropriate for me... but the moral of this story is that whereever you go in Paris, there will always be something tasty just around the corner and so if you're a foodie like me, life here is truly beautiful!