In less than a week, we have moved from the rural delights of our Aegean village to the sophistication of Paris.
But we’ve survived it and who wouldn’t? Both places are so wonderful, each in its own way.
And inbetween, I had a cooking class in Kuzguncuk: lots of fun with lovely ladies….
We haven’t been in Paris for a couple of years and the beauty of this city is enchanting when you view it anew. No ugly cranes or building sites on every corner, no satellite dishes or solar panelling …nothing to mar the seamless symmetry of the breathtaking architecture visible everywhere. Everything looks beautiful, people wait for red lights, barely any loud hooting of cars. People are polite and smiling.
Having said that, the night before last we could barely sleep for the drunken singing and general carry-on outside the apartment building where we are staying with my aunt. She airily shrugged it off as being ‘samedi soir’!!! We don’t have this in Istanbul, that’s for certain! And this is a ‘good’ area ….
So I’m afraid cooking is on the back burner this week … on Saturday night we went out to a classic restaurant on Place de Clichy called Wepler. TT has been dreaming of it, well more to the point, he has been dreaming of le plateau de fruits de mer! The seafood platter!
This was for two:
TT’s dream come true! A variety of shellfish served on a bed of ice and garnished with lemon halves.
My favourite were these: