Just me … First night in Paris …. Fabulous salmon at Bullier …. Just stumbled on it, a stone’s throw from my hotel … Across the road, something seemed familiar …. Yes, that place is in my book … Then, a facebook message … Are you in Paris … Let’s meet for a drink tomorrow night?? … Excellent ….how does La Closerie des Lilas sound??? …. You bet! …. And so it began …. My little orange book … A gift from my husband …. Alain Ducasse’s j’aime Paris … 100 essential Paris addresses …. the foreword says “Paris breathes ….renewal” … and I was at the start of mine ….
And so we met, in the tiny square outside La Closerie – an intelligent, innovative and sophisticated ex-student of mine who came to Nhulunbuy from Angouleme as an exchange student ten years ago and still finds time in her heady Parisian journalist life for her old English teacher!! We caught up 12 months in as many minutes, sipped beer and rose, munched through the olives and wondered a little about the famous clientele … in the twilight, in the arbor, lilacs and a glass of rose – and all too soon, kisses on both cheeks, see you next year, work hard, don’t worry …. And the lilacs made a second, solo glass of that rose seem quite essential!!
And so, to the orange book bucket list – the sun was still high, and Le Dome just a stroll. Here was eccentricity blended with tradition – the service was precise, the sniffing and snorting clientele something of a gut churning distraction, but the soup was fabulous!!!
A stonking hot chocolate awaited across the boulevarde at Le Select … And it was as ” plush pile carpet” as Ducasse has promised!