I will let the pictures speak
Perhaps you would like a wisk?
or enough fish poachers to poach an ocean full of fish?
or a copper paella pan from which to serve 150 of your closest friends?
Then after a bit of a rest and some wrestling with our French cell phone (worthy of its own post) we headed off for a fashionable dinner at a nearby restaurant. Again the regional focus was Perigord. My entrée salad was composed of mixed greens, walnuts, warm potatoes, grapes, bits of sausage and was topped with four thin slices of duck breast topped with duck liver. It was divine and went perfectly with my kir. The plat was a cassoulet
When we went out the door, I looked in the sky and saw that the promised lunar eclipse had already begun. We thought of the diners behind us missing out on this not to be repeated until 2025 event, and decided to stick our heads back in the restaurant.
“Vous avez vu la lune?,” Hunter asked the owners, and out onto the little street tumbled half of the restaurant’s patrons to look up into the
And so ended another magical day in the City of