Our apartment is in a neighborhood that is not touristic. My most favorite brocante is literally fifteen minutes away on foot.
At the turn of the centtury, the neighborhood was were many artists had their studios, Monet and Renoir to name a few.
The only thing that has changed at the restaurant on the corner is the name and clientale. The inside is the same, a rare treat in a town where chic is mode.
This neighborhood reminds me of Paris twenty years ago, and that feels like home.
A restaurant in the neighborhood that we like.
Called Les Frangines. For starters I had pumpkin soup with chestnuts and spice bread croutons. Delicious.
Chelsea having chocolate at tea time.
I think she had whipped cream.
Old zinc bar with white roses.
French Husband joined us for the weekend!