Joie de Vivre

The other day I suddenly started thinking of France again. Perhaps it was the yearning for macarons, or even the fact that I'm planning a trip to Europe in the summer, or maybe someone mentioned Oysters again (that's another blog post entirely...). It could be that I keep reading Bardot in Blue or it could be that my friend Bene blogged about Paris too... Well, whatever the reasons, I got all wrapped up in thinking of all things French.


Do you ever feel like you're a different person in other countries? I think I'm myself, but a little more fancy. ;)

I haven't seen many gardens like these in Toronto. Parisians know their gardening, apparently.

I get excited to see Mona every time. I don't care if you're not that impressed by her, I always will be. We go way back.

Then again, me and Botticelli just seem to find each other all the time.

Call me odd, but I really love visiting Le Cimetière du Père Lachaise. There are some really fantastic graves in there, so beautiful, and you escape the noise for a bit, and you get to visit some really inspirational people. I like to visit LaFontaine and recite "La Cigale et La Fourmi". Then again, that's just me...

The Louvre at Sundown is always nice.

It's nice during the day as well...

L'Arc de Triomphe is also one of those places I've visited many times, and will never tire of.

La cour du Roi quand le soleil se couche.

Dad surprised me one afternoon with goods from the patisserie. No complaints from me!

Somehow the TTC just doesn't compare.... ;)

A la prochaine, I wish Huitres au Gratin to you all.

xox

A.