After a busier than usual summer with a lot of ground covered and even more friends and family visited, it’s back to work, back to school and back to daily routines. One thing I’m looking forward to is getting the chance to exercise a bit more by walking in London’s beautiful parks. But first, I’m having breakfast with LYN to catch up on our summers… Read more
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C1 had his birthday party this weekend and invited a couple of the friends to stay for a sleepover. One of these friends comes from a Creative And Theatrical family, so let’s call him CAT…
When I came back from New York (Blog Fog), it was C1 and C2’s last day of school before Easter holidays. Jet lagged and foggy myself, I unpacked and repacked for Maroc (Morocco), while hoping to spend the next week making a plan. I wanted to consider my next professional pursuit and think about what to write about on LondonLatte… Read more
I had a chance to catch up with one of my oldest and dearest friends over the holidays…except she was different. The same, but different. Physically she looked the same…although her skin glowed more than usual and I’m sure that her eyes shone brighter as well. She seemed so calm and peaceful, yet engaged and expressive. It was still December and still too early for healthy resolutions or detox diets. So what exactly was it… Read more
We normally have 1 week off during Autumn ‘half term’. You may recall how long it has taken me to get my head around the UK school calendar’s ‘TERMS‘ when I wrote about it in the post Terminal Leave. You can click on the link if you want a refresher course…except this year we had TWO weeks off. Yep…10 working days…14…days…OFF… Read more
When C1 was born, a friend suggested that I register C1 immediately for nursery schools. I was informed that it was (apparently) very competitive in my neighborhood and I did not want to miss out on getting C1 a ‘good spot’ at the ‘right school’. Since I did not go to school in the UK, I figured I better follow the advice…but that got me thinking about what would come after nursery… Read more
Going to Paris for dinner may seem a bit extravagant…okay it is REALLY extravagant…but it’s not every day that your brother-in-law (BIL), turns 40 so we organized a surprise dinner for him…and since he lives in Paris, well, dinner is in Paris!
We arrive at Gare du Nord on the Eurostar and are hoping to walk around a bit before dinner. Unfortunately, the windy, wet downpour we left 2 hours and 15 minutes ago in London, has also arrived with us.
The restaurant, is located on I’le Saint Louis, which is one of two natural islands in the middle of Paris, the other one being I’le de la Cite.
So much for walking through the streets to soak in the city. Never mind, we head straight to the restaurant, Le Sergent Recruteur and order some champagne…to toast BIL’s big birthday and pending arrival…of course.
I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we had just a little glass…while we wait…
After another glass…we are in Paris after all, BIL arrives, is genuinely surprised and was not at all expecting us. Well done to sister-in-law (SIL) for keeping it a secret.
We dine on 10 gorgeously exquisite dishes from the evening’s tasting menu. I couldn’t possibly do Le Chef, Antonin Bonnet, justice with my feeble attempts at describing the food or the presentation, so I will just show you a picture of dessert.
First, I must add that my favorite dish was a plump piece of lieu noir, which I think is hake, on a bed of chickpeas with a leek and parsley jus and I think a bit of saffron. But the ‘piece de resistance’ was Le Chef’s dessert. Half snickers, half twix…called a ‘SNIX’…seriously.
After dinner, the rain stopped so we walked across Le Marais near where BIL and SIL live, and popped into a dark, smoky, rustic bar for a nightcap.
I’ve been going to France with CSr and his family for over 10 years now and it’s shameful that I still can’t speak French. But at 11:30pm on a Wednesday night in a Parisian bar, I feel oddly redeemed as I am the only one that knows all the words to the song currently playing…
‘And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it’s better than drinkin’ alone
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum…’
You can take the girl out of Long Island, but you can’t take Billy Joel or the rest of Long Island out of the girl…even in Paris.
Joyeux Anniversaire to my 40 year old BIL!
Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day! Wishing you all some chocolate, champagne and sweet thoughts of Paris…or Long Island.
Long Island Iced Tea:
Growing up in a mostly Irish family, (with some German and Italian thrown in there on my father’s side) meant that Christmas was a full blown Catholic celebration…except I don’t recall ever going to Midnight Mass with my family…nor do I recall having a Nativity Manger and Stable…and I certainly do not remember EVER having an Advent Calendar…until I had children in London. Read more
I am in the middle of writing a business plan and I need a break. It is unusually sunny outside for late October and I have an hour before picking up the kids, so I thought that I should get out and move around a bit. I’m off for a run in the park then. I’ve never been a very good runner and I don’t even particularly like running but after sitting in front of a computer all day, it is exactly what I need to do…move around, jump around, get some cardio exercise. EXCEPT… I forgot to put on a sports bra… Read more