Honeymoon in Paris

Mr. KitchenOperas and I were so very lucky to be able to spend our honeymoon in Paris — and it was definitely a trip that we will never forget.

We walked everywhere, and ate everything. And I’ve got a few special blog posts coming up to tell you all about our adventures. But in the meantime, a summary of our Parisian life:

Cherries, freshly picked from our hostess’s garden:

Parisian chefs really do know how to make a rockin’ omelette — this one was a Spanish Omelet, made with potatoes and onions:

Crème brûlées are ginormous enough to share. And good enough to eat slowly.

The best thing after a meal is a café (little cup of espresso):

Notre Dame is so very pretty in any light:

Sidewalk cafés are perfect for a linger and a cold drink on a hot day:

Especially when that drink is a handmade citron pressé (freshly squeezed lemonade):

Or a cold sangria filled with apple pieces:

Or a mojito complete with glow-stick:

Or celeriac or potato juice????

The veggie platter at the Afghan restaurant, Kootchi is so much more than stewed eggplant with rice:

The wrought iron alone is worth a photo walk:

Goats work as lawnmowers in the Tuileries:

And lavender abounds:

The Avenue des Champs-Élysées should be walked from bottom to top, so you can discover the famous Ladurée (which gets its own blog post later):

Also on the Champs, the gold dinosaurs (replete with handbags) at Louis Vuitton:

And at the étoile (star of roads) at the end is the Arc de Triomphe:

The Seine is a perfect spot for an afternoon snuggle:

The bridges along the Seine are all great for photos and wanders — and if you’re in love, take a key (ideally a wedding present from a bridesmaid) and add it to the love locks on the Pont des Arts:

And then throw away the key:

On other bridges there are Honky Tonk piano players:

And breakfast should involve at least a pot of tea:

Eggs yolks are brighter and richer than at home:

In fact, all the colours are brighter and richer than at home — from meringues to macarons:

“Respirer Paris, cela conserve l’âme.” (Breathing Paris preserves the soul.) —Victor Hugo.