The home stretch

Our last week is here already. We all know it but I have to say it- how time flies!

Last night we had planned to have dinner with our neighbors at 7:30, but we had not made a reservation any where. About 6:30 pm we started texting back and forth about where we should go. Our friends were still at work while we were having a very lazy day at home. Back and forth- how about this one or that one? And finally Caroline suggested Localino- an Italian restaurant in the 6th. She called them and texted back to us—.”Quick- get in a taxi- they have a table for us until 9.00pm. We will meet you there. “. She sent the address. Roland rode his bike from work – Caroline grabbed a taxi from her place of work and we called an Uber. Within 20 minutes we were all at the restaurant -though I couldn’t find it first thinking the wine bar next door was the place – but how could it be. It got sorted out and we settled into a corner table in a tiny restaurant that wasn’t more than a hole in the wall. But OMG!!!!what a meal we had!

George and I had the best ravioli we’ve ever eaten – homemade pasta stuffed with spinach in a butter sauce. The chef took this simple dish to a new height.

The Parmesan topping was of the highest quality.

It was so good that we made reservations for the following Monday- our last night- to sit at the bar and have their tasting menu.

I should back track a few days to the weekend when good friends visited for the weekend. As it turned out the annual event “Le Weekend L’Est” which celebrates a different city each year was celebrating Yerevan. What a coincidence—. Lots of events highlighting Armenian artists were scheduled all over Paris. We got to two concerts at the church St. Germaine des Prés – full house both nights despite freezing temperatures and even snow!!

Saint Germaine des Prés
A friend’s chateau in the French countryside.

Walking around the neighborhood we came across a place where ouds- the Middle Eastern instrument is made. Very unusual to see this here. Across the street is a shop where shoes are made to order ( no photo)

Below is a storefront of a dressmaker- which is much more common

Thanksgiving was upon us and despite my tiny oven I once again cooked a turkey. it was delicious! Our neighbors joined us as well as the granddaughter of US friends who is studying in Paris.

Note how big the legs are compared to the rest of the bird. French turkeys run around and are not fed hormones. I had to order it 10 days in advance. Our good neighbor added the stuffed pumpkin and the dessert called Mont Blanc- cream with chestnuts sitting on an almond paste crust.

The next night we had our semi-annual. Featuring of friends. The Seven of us get together when we are in Paris. They surprised me with an early birthday celebration.

See you all in a couple of months if health holds up and circumstances permit. Happy holidays and happy New Year. Love, Carolann

A few more photos below—

Thanksgiving table

I made cranberry sauce with organic cranberries from Orleans which I had brought with me.

My half-eaten piece of THE dessert. see the chestnut in the center?
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About pianomd

Retired medical doctor; a proud grandmother; have degrees in music, medicine and medical anthropology; love to travel. Live with my husband in New England and Paris. Love music, used to play the piano, and love to think of myself as a writer... but that remains to be seen.
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1 Response to The home stretch

  1. jpfhayward's avatar jpfhayward says:

    I can’t believe how much more you fitted into your schedu

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