Summer is rolling out. I’m hoping this Indian summer will stick around just a few days more before the leaves fully turn and fall from their branches and the rain falls more often.
This summer Louis and I didn’t get vacation. I know, surprising being in France, the country with 5 weeks paid vacation which is often unheard of to most hardworking Americans. As I had just started my new permanent contract (paid vacation days have to be earned throughout the first year for the following year… vivement next year!) and Louis just started a new project, we had to swing through summer working full time on our mix and match schedules. We have nothing to complain about though; we are loving what we do, and this summer we took in slow, enjoyed Paris, but also hopped on the highway just a short ride to the countryside for a breath of fresh air with the in-laws whenever we could. An excuse to get out of Paris on the weekends certainly made summer feel more real.
A la campagne it feels like summer year round. Not because of the weather, but because it’s relaxing and just so beautiful. We dine even with the chills outside, with light gardlands lit and candles topping the table as soon as the sun goes down, it is as charming as ever. With the foggy mornings and flowers for every season in bloom throughout the year, it’s safe to say that the countryside is pure magic. My father-in-law’s garden was at its peak later than expected this year, so our fruit and veggie explorations were the cherry on top of a good weekend away during the Indian summer.
I suppose with age and wonderful experiences I’m realizing that summer doesn’t only consist in getting away for vacation to a beach somewhere. A weekend away in good company, delicious and quality grub in a beautifully cozy home can certainly suffice. What makes your summer feel like summer?
This year has been full of transitions, a few of which are still to come. From starting my big girl job, adopting a kitten, and to hanging out with mom in Paris for 2 weeks… it seems like 2014 has already been pretty tip top. I’ve met and shared memories with the sweetest and most inspiring friends, with heaps to come in the future. Summer came for a little while, but in general the months have flown by so quickly and I can hardly believe another season is about to arrive.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how idealistic I can be, or I suppose that I am. I’ve always been somewhat of a dreamer. I think far too much about the future with such motivation, no matter how near it is. I’m telling myself lately that I need to stop and smell the roses. I’m not really sure about how I feel about this trait of mine. There have been a few moments where I have to stop and tell myself that I’m 24 and I can slow down and just float in the present for a little while, and take it day by day.
I think I have a fear of time flying by too quickly, or missing out an opportunity, or a moment. Or maybe it’s not a fear, but just the way my mind interprets how short life actually is. Not in a sad droopy way, but in a ‘holy moly there’s so much to do and we’ve got to smell all of the roses’ kind of way. It may be precisely this that inclines me to talk even conversationally too fast, which I might add I do not do on purpose. It just happens. Who knows. Do you ever feel like you just need to hit pause?
Breathe deep. Slow down. Focus. Enjoy. That’s what’s on my mind for the coming months. Oh, la vie en rose.
I went through a phase (one that still comes and goes) where I would make quite often homemade sushi. It is always so refreshing and gosh, so simple to make.
To get the goods, I pop around rue Sainte Anne with the gal that got me addicted to homemade sushi, miss Valerie. Rue Saint Anne, well known for the plethora of delicious Asian cuisine restaurants of all price ranges, also houses a few Asian supermarkets that are filled with surprises to fill up your sushi and get creative with noodles.
Funny enough, when I went to Chambelland for the first time when my mom was in town (she prefers to eat gluten free when she can), I realized it is literally across the streets from one of my first Parisian apartments in 2008. The neighborhood has certainly gotten some spunky places and it never seems to stop. Chambelland has a precious little patio, and when you walk in, it’s a breath of fresh air, with sweet and savory treats and adorable deco.
I adored their brownies, that are moist and delicious. We also gave the cookie and lemon tart a whirl which were equally as yummy. I’m thinking next time I’m going to have to give their sandwiches a try. If you’re staying in at Chambelland, top your order off with a cuppa filter coffee for an afternoon pick me up (I seem to always need one of those).
A new staple to the neighborhood, and one of the somewhat small handful of gluten free friendly places in Paris.
14 Rue Ternaux, 75011
Métro: Parmentier (3), Oberkampf (5/9)