I had a marvelous time
in France. The waiters were indeed grumpy, the taxi drivers beyond the
pale, but the food was amazing and everyone was impossible sweet and
dear (even the waiters after some attempts at French, although the taxi
drivers remained hopeless). The AB and I returned home to California
making murmurs about moving to Strasbourg for three months out of every
year, (dreams, dreams). I manged to eat the illusive floating island
AKA ile flottante. This is a long running quest. I have been trying to
eat a floating island since I first heard of the amazing concept some 20
Accompanying it on the menu was something called a chocolate quenelle
which of course the AB ordered (because it's chocolate) but which I was
deeply excited about because of the name. More than one Quenel! How fun
is that? (It turned out to be very tasty indeed, kind of like a very
dense puddingy ganoche).
Speaking of characters turning up on
menus, the very first night we were in Paris we encountered a rosé on
offer at a pub called Chateau Lefoux! Of course, I ordered it.
was a bit sharp for me, perhaps a little too fresh, but then many
readers feel that way about Madame Lefoux. (Oh, aren't I witty!?) Now
where was I?
Oh yes, France, the food. I ate too much of it.
Particularly the cheese. For France is a land that puts cheese in its
proper place. Its proper place being everywhere, available at all times,
and if not actually in the dish, then served as its own course, often
both. So much cheese.
And now, what did I get up too?Day 1, ParisSpent:
into hotel then consuming croissant and coffee. Walked through
Luxembourg Gardens looking for dinner. Not much in the way of dinner
before 7:30 PM so instead found wine. Eventually, sourced crepes,
realizing that most savory ones are made from buckwheat and called
The French do not line up, nor do they form a queue, they cluster.
In Paris, parks and cafes are living rooms.
When hungry before 8pm best to eat crepes. Hell it's always best to eat a crepe.Day2, ParisSpent:
an amazing breakfast of coffee and croissant, packing and organizing
for trip to St. Malo. Lunch of puff pastry filled with goat cheese and
grilled veggies and then a visit to my publishing house.
to Norte Dame and encountered epic number of flying buttresses. I love
flying buttresses. Weee! Walked around Latin Quarter and discovered a
Jules Verne Bookstore, also paid homage to Shakespeare & Company,
obtained tasty portable leak quiche for dinner on the train to St. Malo.
It's very peaceful, being surrounded by books, perhaps because they are essentially boxed dreams?
In Paris cheese
on a sandwich or on a crepe, seems to mean some form of Swiss.
Some French trains have pink toilet paper.
Next up I tell you a bit about my sojourn in St. Malo and the Etonnants Voyageurs
Also, I believe I have a contest to conclude . . . !!GAIL'S DAILY DOSEYour Moment of Parasol . . .Doll Parasol at Colmar MusuemYour Infusion of Cute . . .Doll Tea Set at Colmar MusuemYour Tisane of Smart . . .Fashion store that shows gowns in fields of tea.Your Writerly Tinctures . . .Writing Desk at Colmar MuseumPROJECT ROUND UPWaistcoats & Weaponry
~ The Finishing School Book the Third:
First draft with betas.Etiquette & Espionage
~ trade paperback available in the US October 13, 2013
.Curtsies & Conspiracies
~ The Finishing School Book the Second:
Release date November 2013. My ARCs have arrived, contest to come.Manga
~ Soulless Vol. 3: (AKA Blameless
) Available serialized through YenPlus
. Print edition Nov. 19 2013.Prudence
~ The Parasol Protectorate Abroad Book the First:
Begin rewrite in 2014.
Book News:My book in a French bookstore!Quote of the Day:
"Are French Canadian Ducks Quebec Quack?"
~ Gail & the AB in conversation