Category: Movable Feast
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What to Wear to the Boulangerie
Thirty years ago, this is how everybody dressed to go to the bakery. Nobody wore sneakers. Everybody wore high heels, and thank goodness that has changed. I liked how it looked but not how it felt. Cobblestones ruined plenty of…
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Beet Salad by Ben
Driving around the Italian countryside, our stomachs begged us to stop to dine somewhere. Given it was Sunday and way past lunchtime, I had doubts we would find anything open; this is Italy, for God's sake. At a few…
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Pavlova
My friend Frances and I went to the Bar de la Marine in Cassis for lunch. The first time we went, I did not indulge in the Pavlova as I didn't pace myself for dessert. However, I never made that mistake…
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My Afternoon Date
We walked hand in hand to the ice cream shop. After that treat we around the corner to the park. A band was playing so we stopped and listened. If ever you want an authentic view of Paris, go…
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Summer Figs
Steps away from the century-old stone house where we are staying, wild fig trees grow. Amidst their aromatic scent, I plucked from their bounty, carrying them by folding up the hem of my dress. All the while, I was dreaming…