Paris 2021 Day Fourteen

On our last Sunday in Paris, I went early to the boulangerie for one last baguette, croissants, and a kouign amann. This ritual is one of my favorite things about being in Paris. Later in the morning we met Kreg, Dorothy,  and her two "adopted" nieces, Eliza and Sydney, at the Marché Monge. We selected some beautiful things for a delicious charcuterie-spread lunch. Dorothy is a great lover of pâstisserie, so she treated us to a fabulous raspberry gâteau from Anthony Bosson. It was a very pleasant and tasty get together. Shortly after their departure, Lucy Jane popped in for the afternoon and evening. She found a wonderful little bistro on the Rue Mouffetard where we had a delicious supper. It was so much fun to be with Lucy during our two weeks, and it was hard to say goodbye. We packed and went to bed to ready for an early departure.

Incredibly beautiful produce from these

kind and friendly folks

These guys sell the best 

pâté de campagne I have ever eaten

Kris, Dorothy, Kreg, SKT, and Annie at

the Sunday Marché Monge

The Rue Mouffetard on a beautiful Paris day

Dorothy has a gâteau in that brown bag

Clockwise: KBT, SKT, cousin Kreg Calder, AW, 

Dorothy, Eliza, and Sydney at our flat for lunch

LJ and Grammy

Bien sur! Lu and PopPop, ce sont des parisiens

Le Vieux Bistro on the Rue Mouffetard

Steak au poivre: Kris and Luisa

Steak tartare: Annie

Soupe á l'oignon: moi

Cozy Le Vieux Bistro

I will miss this every evening: flan à la vanille:

death by custard pie

We are certainly not 50 anymore, but this was still such a delightful trip, even at a reduced pace. It was made even more memorable by having Lucy join us often. One last trip post to follow.

OXO

D.