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on coming home

^ my street. i have had many homes and this is one of them.

after a month of going from place to place, living out of various bags in borrowed spaces, i have finally returned to my own room with my own bed and places to spread my things about. it looks empty because everything that was crammed into small containers has relocated to drawers and shelves. thus the mission to personalize and accentuate in just the right way ensues. but for now i am enjoying being back in town, where my feet will carry me to wherever i need to go with hardly any thought, where friends are only a short walk away

the joy of a well-earned tart

^ a delicious slice of pear and almond tart

today ends my week in paris, and it seems that a theme has developed: walking, food, and fashion. yesterday we took the metro across paris to hunt down the perfect coat for emma, and decided to walk back with the incentive of a viennese pastry shop along the way. as our our poor feet trudged up to the shop, we found it closed. alas. at this point we would not settle for a random brasserie with mediocre cake or a long queue at starbucks for generic cookies. thus onwards we plowed, towards la maison des tartes. i’m sure it tasted better after our pastry pilgrimage.  

dining in paris episode two: galette cafe

^ best crêpe ever at the galette café

i stumbled upon the galette café on yet another hunt for the perfect meal. it is quietly located on a small dark street, so i was lucky to come across it. when i stepped inside and asked for a table for ‘une personne’ the friendly waiter asked if i would be alright with a table with ‘a view of the sea,’ directing me to a small table facing a wall adorned with a large picture of brittany. the staff were all cheerful and happy to serve, telling the customers with smiles, ‘we only opened four days ago.’ four days ago and i have already found them – excellent. the ingredients are fresh and the flour is from brittany. the galette was so delicious that i ordered their banana and homemade chocolate sauce crêpe, which turned out to be the best i’ve ever tasted.