We were sitting outside a cafe in Paris and noticed a dog waiting patiently on a motorcycle. The white haired pooch was comfortable wearing glasses. I thought that was strange. I guess you can say that French dogs are chic and bike ride, maybe they sip wine and eat a little fromage also, who knows.
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Showing posts with label paris. Show all posts
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Gruyer or Sheep's Milk Brie
After tasting some local cheeses last week in Napa, I looked into pictures from a Paris trip. I found the most incredible shop (pictured). It was a pungent heaven. So many classes I've never heard of and wanted to try. Locally, I like to keep my eye out for the same. Sonoma Cheese makes some wonderful California cheese as well as the Cowgirl Creamery (located in the Ferry Building). 
We were sitting outside a cafe in Paris and noticed a dog waiting patiently on a motorcycle. The white haired pooch was comfortable wearing glasses. I thought that was strange. I guess you can say that French dogs are chic and bike ride, maybe they sip wine and eat a little fromage also, who knows.
We were sitting outside a cafe in Paris and noticed a dog waiting patiently on a motorcycle. The white haired pooch was comfortable wearing glasses. I thought that was strange. I guess you can say that French dogs are chic and bike ride, maybe they sip wine and eat a little fromage also, who knows.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The Marais
Inspirational Paris...this is my favorite city in Europe for many reasons. One reason I feel this way is the beautiful store fronts that adorn the city and the many adorable cafes that you can stop for a cafe creme, beer and to people watch. These photos were taken in the Marais District mostly. I fell in love with this district immediately. It boasts quaint restaurants with fresh and rich dishes, and the little shops were so charming. It was a comforting and truly unique place to be. Each district of Paris offers something completely different, but I especially enjoyed the languid pace of that one Sunday afternoon I spent there.


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