dreaming of a parisian autumn
or, an autumnal paris.
i'll take either or both.

somebody posted a recipe to mimic the hot chocolate served at angelina's in paris (which i'm somehow led to believe costs 74 francs.) this got me going. all of a sudden the plans for a yosemite and grand teton honeymoon were washed away with a hot cup of chocolat made with heavy cream (!). paris. this is it.

i've been to france quite a few times, as a child, when it was just a hop over the channel. well, more of a 3 hour ferry ride than a hop. but never once did we veer amidst the parisian bustle and sidewalk cafes and cigarettes and poodle droppings and magnificent buildings and romance.

it's time. i'm going to paris. if nothing else, just to get it out of my system.