This can be frustrating for Americans, and understandably so--we're accustomed to having 24/7 access to anyone and anything and most of our life "stuff" gets done on the weekend. Yet I'm choosing to embrace this foreign concept. Think about it: my sole Sunday responsibility is to spend time with someone I adore? Merci bien.
[Buffet brunch at Monseiur: coffee, tea, pear juice, orange juice, croissants, scrambled eggs, mesclun salads, pain au chocolat, fruit salad, pancakes, bread, cheese, butter, jam, and frommage blanc topped with a berry compote]
[My date for the day: Marie]
[A longer than expected visit to Musée Carnavalet - (see more photos here)]
[market-shopping at Bastille and window-shopping in Le Marais]
Sure, I may have had a whole lot of reading to do for class (which I did do, eventually), but I couldn't have asked for a more perfect Sunday.
["êtes la plus belle" = "you are the most beautiful/fairest of them all"]
