When I was in Paris in 2005 (like I’ve been more than the once), I was in a lovely romantic haze.
My husband (then my boyfriend of 8 months) and I met there at the end of his European study abroad for about a week and a half.
We traveled from Paris to Nice to Bordeaux and back to Paris.
It. was. heaven.
While those were
my shake-and-bake days my pre-foodie days, I appreciated everything we ate, from the simple baguettes and cheese to the croque monsieurs to the mussels in white wine sauce. Read the rest of this entry »