Travelogue: Before Christmas, In Paris

We planned very little to do in Paris except eat and drink.¬†Ducks confit and magritte, wine, pastries, chocolate, steaks and more pastries. More wine. The occasional sliced fruit or glazed berry that came glistening atop whatever tarts caught my eye. It was Paris. Even if we died from heart attacks, they would be the most delicious heart attacks in the world. Continue reading “Travelogue: Before Christmas, In Paris”