just another American bumbling around Paris.

Category: France

déjeuner à Orange

Lunchtime in Orange, where you can see one of the best preserved Roman amphitheaters and find beautiful rosé.

Wine before:


Wine (and my plateski) after:


5 mai 2012


le plus bel endroit du monde!

Cassis!  3 mai 2012.

Absolutely spectacular.  The pictures don’t capture it; it must be visited and seen in all its splendor.





déj chez ma famille française

Nothing is harder than saying goodbye.  And so we will say see you soon.  Because we will.

Had lunch today with my French family.  They are amazing people; I can’t wait to come back and visit them.  And when this man (Monsieur H.B., and yes he wore his pants today) opens his own school or his own little business in Bretagne, I will work there.

I love these desserts, but not as much as these people.

20 mai 2012, mon dernier jour (pour l’instant)…

See you soon, family.  See you soon, France. xoxo


today marks one month exactly of vacation.


chez K at Strasbourg-St Denis, 14 mai 2012

ah coucou là


je savais tout de suite.

13 mai 2012

grand fête sous la fenêtre!

Il y a un match de foot ce soir?!!  I have no idea what’s going on, but there’s a vuvuzela-rich party going on in the street below.  Lots of screaming, chanting, singing, flag-flinging, and honking.  And dancing.  And fire!

And they all dance like my former Syrian roommate!!!  Arab dance, it’s all in the arms.


Strasbourg St-Denis, 12 mai 2012

Marseille : la Méditerranée




mer 2

1 mai 2012

le saut

I’m sorry that jumping pictures are everywhere, taken by everyone in front of every major tourist site, but I didn’t start taking them until just last year and so I’m still in my honeymoon phase and enjoy them.

Voilà, taken by my mom in Les Beaux de Provence. I just got back from a week in the south so there will be many more of these photos to come (not jumping photos, just beautiful Provence photos).

5 mai 2012

bonnes vivantes

Phwaahhhh, MEAT!

I was a ‘pescatarian’ for about a year of my life.  I say that here but generally I just said, “I try to avoid eating most meat” if provoked (I didn’t care to discuss it; I hate hearing about everyone’s dietary particularities and plus, as an adventurous eater, I have little tolerance for dietary particularities in general) but still ate fish, because it’s good for you and I love fish.  I became thoroughly depressed about it when I took a geology class about the oceans my last semester of college and learned exactly what overfishing does to the world, but it’s…well…I’m still torn up about it, to tell the truth.  But this isn’t a moral post.  Perhaps another day.

All of that said, my arrival in France was the end of my pescatarian stage.  I started last year by eating just a bit occasionally, and worked my way up to being a fairly regular meat eater. During my few months at home last summer, I ate meat probably between five and ten times.  I made it count, let me tell you (example:  delicious pork belly from my town’s most authentic Chinese restaurant.  Both the resto and the dish were introduced to me by my Taiwanese neighbor).

Because I really like traveling and I really like eating, any kind of dietary restriction is a pain in my butt.  To pass up meat in France seems crazy.  One of the reasons I “avoid eating it” at home is because it’s so difficult (and pricey) to find good quality, non-factory-farmed meat in the US.  In France, everything you put into your mouth is traced from its origin.  You know where all of your food comes from!!!  French people tell me factory farming is growing in France, and I’m sure it’s true, but in the meantime it is still possibly to find fresh, quality meat.  And I’m taking advantage while I can.

My mom and I had some of the very best of it for lunch today at Chez Robert et Louise, which makes an appearance on most lists of Paris’s best restaurants.  We had the côte de boeuf, which came from Austria and is one of their renowned dishes.  When we were seated my mom asked if I had a problem being right next to the open kitchen, what with all the smoke and the heat, but it was no problem at all!  It turned out we had the very best seats for watching the young chef stab into giant slabs of beef and throw them onto the open fire.  It was serious cooking.  Such a show, and such a meal!

Along with the rest of the world who visits and eats in Paris, highly recommend Chez Robert et Louise for the ambiance and the food.  Real rustic French cooking!  God, I love this country.

And so here is what Robert et Louise have to offer:

le chef


ze stove


ze feast


post feast:  ze fat from my meat


28 avril 2012


Lunch with Maria on the corner of Boulevard de Sebastopol and Boulevard Saint-Denis.

9 avril 2012

This was the first restaurant I ever frequented in Paris, thanks to its handy location right around the corner from the first place I ever stayed and thanks to its free wifi.  It’s cute and cozy and reasonably priced, and the servers are warm and friendly, and I love it.