My friend Kristen is going to see Paris soon. I’m crazy jealous. It’s no secret to you, or any of my friends, that I’m bananas about the place. I’m not sure why – people say that Paris is dirty and the people are rude but I refuse to believe it could be anything less than magical. Paris and I click somehow. As if, in Paris, I’d be a better me.
I feel similarly about New York.
Have you seen Julie and Julia? It’s a great movie. I’d like it more if it was just “Julia”, as in Julia Child. I read her book My Life in France – it’s so, so , so good. If you read it, you’ll be heart-sick in love and starving the whole time. When people write about cooking French food I actually salivate – which is funny because lots of French cuisine I’m not fussy about (pigs feet? pork belly? sick.). Another great book to read that will turn you into a cheese-scarfing, wine-guzzling alcoholic is A Year in Provence.
This is Julia Child and her husband, Paul. They were crazy for each other.
Where is all this coming from? I biked down to the Harbourfront Centre tonight to catch a free outdoor screening of Julie and Julia. It was awesome. A perfect sunset and iced-down white wine in a Nalgene. Literally a 4 minute bike ride from my front door. Toronto, I love you.
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