Before we discuss the beauty of the Versailles Gardens, let me just start out this post by saying that no person in their right mind should visit Versailles in the dead heat of summer.
Have you ever wanted to have lunch in an enchanted forrest? The thought has certainly crossed my mind more than once, along with a deep desire to play a grand piano in the middle of a meadow… but that's a completely different story. Point being, Ralph's in Paris is probably my very favorite restaurant ever.
I'm just going to go ahead and say it: Paris has more museums than one could ever cover in a life time. That being said, it's hard to choose favorites and before this trip to Paris I always named Musee d'Orsay as my absolute favorite, because of it's vast collection of impressionist art, which happen to be my favorite. Now I can say that I have two new, less known favorites: Musee Rodin and Musee Nissim de Camondo
HolyBelly is a simple cafe near Canal St Martin with a homey atmosphere and run by Australians. Interestingly enough, everyone near me eating at the cafe was also Australian, so it must be a good place...
Needless to say there is a vast array of different types of macarons throughout Paris and throughout the world at this point. I've always loved them as a pretty gift or as a small (or not so small) snack with tea or coffee in the afternoon, but after a while all macarons seemed more or less similar, until I found these.
About a year ago I had read The Londoner's post on the Musée Nissim de Camondo in Paris, which is the mansion of a Parisian banker, Moise de Camondo. Last week I decided to check it out by myself and spent a rainy afternoon wandering around the museum and the nearby Park Monceau.
Claus is the tiniest breakfast place tucked away in a side street of Rue St Honoré, with a small shop on the ground level and a small restaurant on the first floor. It feels quintessentially French, but also serves all your British and American breakfast classics, and even some green juice, which is always difficult to find in Paris.
On one of my first nights in Paris my friend Helena (who knows the ways of the town because she grew up here) took Aya and me to one of the tiniest Italian places in the 6th. Tucked away in a side street near the Bon Marche is Cherche Midi, aptly named after the street it's located on.
Paris this year end of May was even colder and rainier than usual, but I always love an excuse to buy a new spring coat and hop from cafe to ...