this birthday, walking around the cobblestoned streets in early morning light, cafe au lait in a slightly dodgy cafe with good wicker chairs, meeting a friend of my travelling partner’s and going to the French shuk (the market–except here you ask the merchant politely for things and you discuss what you might need, instead of piling sacks full of stuff and throwing them at the merchant, who weighs them and demands your money quickly because he has other things to do. Frankly, I think I’m better-suited to the shuk…). Now we are cooking at the local’s house–small potatoes, omlettes with chives and fancy mushrooms, fresh tomatoes, fresh bread, chocolate souffle from the pastry shop. Later we will go to Centre Pompidou. Not sure after that.
Ooop, time to eat.