Happy Wednesday! Just waned to share some snapshots of a trip to the Loire Valley a few years ago when my mom was in town. I have been wanting to go back for quite some time now. Perhaps when winter is over.
Posts tagged Weekend
Going to the countryside to visit the in-laws is one of my favorite things in the world.
When the weather is nice, like in these pictures from a trip in late August, we eat outside and enjoy the nature, feasting on goodies from the perfection of a garden that is out back. Although we just got back from a cozy autumn weekend here- and the berries, tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, etc. are no longer in season- I was daydreaming of the heated summer days and rays at this beautiful home before accepting the change of the seasons. Sidenote, this is also the garden where my father-in-law is growing yummy kale thanks to the seeds that I ordered from The Kale Project.
This particular weekend at the countryside we had some visitors, so it was the perfect opportunity to introduce them to the wonders of kale with a delicious kale salad garnished with mint, lemon and spices. King of salads, as a set designer by trade and passion, Louis’s father’s salads are also a work of art with the most delicious mixture of flavors and colors.
When I say salad, I’d like to point out that I mean any kind of salad. Not even a joke. There truly is a perfected method to the mixtures that this family makes. My favorite have an impeccable homemade balsamic vinaigrette dressing with a smidgen of mustard, heaps of spices and new flavors that I discover with every salad. The core ingredients often vary, from what’s in the house or in the garden (like possibly every shade of tomato from yellow to black). The add-ons can be just about anything from nuts to cheese to berries, even a few edible flowers- like nasturtiums- for a peppered flavor.
The art of the salads in the family was passed on to my partner, who wooed me and warned me from the very beginning that I’d fall in love with him when I tried one of his salads that he learned to make from his father. It wasn’t the only reason for which I fell, but boy are they delectable.
An ode to a summer meal of salads. Cheers, folks.
I was so lucky to get to spend a weekend in Amsterdam with some girlfriends not too long ago. Boy, do I love Amsterdam. The city is filled with so much charm and character.
Things there are clean, and cars don’t honk at bikers (cliché, everyone knows that) but it was refreshing. And did I mention that the cheese they put on everything is fantastic? I am in gouda heaven whenever I’m there.
I love the that the buildings are tilted slightly forward, and that they all have hooks at the top. I love that going out can easily consist of a night in a rock ‘n roll pub that is not lame, or sitting on the canal in good company. When I’m there I can feel that it’s a smaller community than Paris. And let’s face it, the Dutch are awesome. I can find all those random cooking ingredients and superfoods in Amsterdam. It’s just so refreshing.
This time up with the Dutch, I discovered some new extraordinary spots, and was lucky enough to spend a dry summer weekend…. and it all started with breakfast at De Bakkerswinkel, my favorite spot.
Newly discovered favorite spots:
Brouwerij de Prael – Brewery
Two for Joy – Café
You can see my full Amsterdam guide here.
When a friend comes to visit me in Paris, I immediately start a list of all of the things I want to take that person to. It’s actually really hard, almost like when you think of things you want to and inopportune moments, but then when the time comes to think of them, you’ve got a brain freeze. This happens to me all the time. When Rachel was in town only just a few weeks ago, I wanted it to be perfect, because I was so excited to share my city with her on her first trip to Europe. But when one creates lists, sometimes they get pushed, eh? With the turn of events and spontaneous change in plans, I get so stressed about fitting everything in. I guess to say it simply, I just love playing host.
On her first afternoon in the city, freshly arrived from Germany, we went for a stroll around Notre Dame before heading northwards into the Marais. Funny as it was, on that first metro ride, someone I knew, and then getting out of the metro I ran into another person I knew enjoying a beer on a terrasse. I’m sure Rachel’s impressions were something along the lines of, “jeez, in Paris you run into your homies all the time!”. I really found it quite funny, but then I realized how that has rarely happened before. It was just one of those magical days I suppose.
We kicked off our stroll by crossing the bridge Pont de l’Archevêché, the one filled with hundreds and hundreds of couple’s locked love. The view from this side of Notre Dame is one of my favorite views in Paris. the little park right behind it is definitely worth a stroll, and had the most beautiful big roses planted. You could smell them from a ways away.
Rachel and I had many more adventures that week, that I can’t wait to share on here. Having a close friend in town is magic. I love showing my favorite people my favorite things in this city. And a little girl talk is always the best, n’est-ce pas?
Where do you take your close friends when they’re in town?
When you think Spring is coming, a little break to soak up the sun in the fresh air of the countryside is always a good idea. I can’t get enough of this house.
It’s continuously blossoming.
Where do you go to relax?