No longer a Francophile and stripped of my title as a European tumbleweed, I have officially returned to the United States. Looking back, I don't believe there is anyway to prepare yourself for the shock of returning home. Leaving Paris was like ripping off a band-aide before I proper scab had grown. I felt my new love and my new home was torn from me. Back in New York I feel clumsy and exposed as I try to readjust to my previous lifestyle. Slowly...France is fading from my consciousness. Thankfully, I've found the perfect remedy for my Francophonesickness. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
The final month of my stay in Paris, I was a bit paresseux (lazy) in terms of my cyber obligations. Blogging was not exactly my first priority. Could you blame me? The time and energy required to savor every last detail of such a magnificent place is immense! We had plenty to keep us occupied; exploring, eating, performing, drawing, writing, talking, eating! Clearly...time was to be wasted on nothing but the most deserving adventures.
SO, I have decided to go back through my photographs and recount some of the finer gastronomic moments of the final month(s) in Paris. Stay tuned...a world of culinary adventures and fine new friends awaits!
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