Wednesday, May 9, 2012
I know there is one in Raleigh, but I don't get over to the Capital City very often and I've never been there. But we just couldn't help but go in to take a look at the happening colors for spring and summer. Orange. And pink.
Aren't these beautiful enough to eat?
At the Marché d'Aligre--
My messy bed in the Hôtel Princesse Caroline in Paris--
Enough reminiscing about the last trip to France. I do have a story to tell. Lest I forget it in all this pink haze.
While in Paris with the kiddies in March, we decided to take them to the movies-- au ciné.
Now, I need to back up a minute and tell you that I was wearing a cute dark gray dress, black tights, black Paris suede boots, and the H&M scarf in the first picture. Actually, it is much larger than a normal scarf, but I am not sure what else to call it. For me, jeans lover that I am, that was pretty stylin' for a night out in the City of Light. I am not a young chick. I have passed the half-century mark. I do not think that adventure is lurking in a dark cinéma in Paris. I am (usually) okay with that.
Anyway, back to my story. I hadn't been in that aisle seat five minutes before some random man sat down right next to me. The row was empty. What's up with that? I thought to myself. Personal space? Seriously. Oh well. I was engrossed in the movie. And Jean Dujardin. And that cute little dog. All of a sudden, I realized that there was a hand in my lap and it wasn't mine. But for a few seconds/minutes, I was afraid to touch it and thought to myself that there was no way that this was really happening to me. I hadn't felt its arrival. How long had it been there? Did Random French Man REALLY put his hand on my leg?? Really? As it was, I was practically sitting on the arm of my seat. The side next to the aisle, that is. After a few minutes, that felt like a few hours, I took the hand and flung it back at its owner. I will bet that he thought for a split second that I was going to actually hold it. I stayed in my seat, wrapping my pinkness tightly around me, edging even closer to the arm of the seat, and enjoyed the rest of the movie. Random French Man didn't move either. But he didn't mess with me again. I did not feel threatened in any way. I knew that Best Guide in Paris would beat the merde out of him, if need be. After the film ended, I headed back to Arles Lucy and RFM left, I guess.
I had to laugh, though, telling the story to Arles Lucy later. I knew what the Ex-Ex would say when I relayed the tale to him. You can't blame a guy for trying, can you? And that's exactly what he said.
I couldn't make this stuff up, you know.
Let's drink to that. Make mine a kir royale with a view of the Sacré Coeur, s'il vous plaît!
Crème de cassis (black currant liqueur)
Pour the crème de cassis in a champagne glass. Start with a tablespoon and add more if you want a stronger flavor.
Add well-chilled champagne (or any dry bubbly wine).
Sip and enjoy!