Right when I am relaxed, my to-do listing begins for the week. Alas, another weekend has come and gone. Notably, this weekend included the season’s first, much-anticipated barbecue. Nothing satisfies more than the pending promise of sunshine and a grilled merguez on baguette! But more on the French BBQ very soon…
Whenever I meet new people, once I get outed for my accent and asked what exactly a styliste culinaire does, the question of how I like France is still posed. My life in France is verging on its 5-year mark. And frankly, my life in France has humbly become just my life and a string of habitudes. When one nibbles macarons everyday, the thrills in life are far fewer. (joke!) I’ve tweeted it before, but being a food stylist is one part prep and two parts schlep. I’ve got the toned arms and arched back to prove it. When the weekend rolls around, it is all about traveling light!
Speaking of which, once the sun is shiny (in the words of mon mari), our ceremonious sauercraut Sundays transform into Rue Sainte-Anne Saturdays. We grab a late Japanese lunch (a bento box at You or noodles at Naniwa–Ya) followed by a caffeine kick at TÉLESCOPE and a bubble tea at ZEN ZOO. I can confess I haven’t indulged in a bubble tea since my teeth were in braces, but mon mari‘s obsession is of teenage proportions. Bubble teas in hand, a stroll through Palais-Royal or a walk through the Marais tops off our Saturday afternoon thing.
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