Today was my fancy shmancy afternoon on the town. I first hit up Palais Garnier, Paris’s Opera house since 1875. One hundred and thirty-six years old and looking as classy as ever. The building is tremendously elaborate inside and out. The ballrooms were classic and surreal...gold platted and beautifly carved and painted tip to toe. My photo’s just don’t do it justice. I walked all the way there in 4 inch wedges and I must say not a single ache in the tootsies. That’s 2 miles there and back, ladies and gents. This just goes to prove that sooner or later comfort does become beauty. Flats are for looser! You can quote me on that. I’m not ashamed. From there to the Rodeo Drive of Paris. Carolina Herrera, Dior, Bvlgari, Cartier…all within walking distance of the Ritz and all of the other terribly expensive hotels. FYI – a 300 square foot standard room at the Ritz Paris will run you $1300.00 per night…ummm tax and tip not included. Yup, I looked it up. I think when you are paying that much they should rub your head until you fall asleep and read you bed time stories. Just saying.
After a picnic in the park, I head to my casita linda for a nappy poo. I rest up for bit and then head to Eleanor and Xavier’s. They invited me over to their home for dinner and drinks. Eleanor made a phenomenal Thai Chicken Curry …my first home cooked meal in over a week. Having grown up in the West Indies, she knows just the right amount of spice to make one smile ear to ear from gastronomic delight.
Xavier DJ’s some fantastic tunes all night…most of which I’ve never heard of and all of which I’m happy to know of now. The most interesting of the bunch Serge Gainsbourg; considered one of the world’s most influential singers (wikipedia says so anyways) who also happened to have a two week fling with Bridgette Bardot while she was married. He wrote some creepy songs dedicated to her and he was said to have never gotten over it. Totally let himself fall to shit and eventually road his life so hard with drinks and smokes that he died. Note to the wise…don’t date crazy hot vixens unless you are prepared to pay the ultimate sacrifies, lonely alchy death. 
From there to the cheese course. I thought this was an urban myth but no sir! This is for real! Viva la France!! They eat cheese and bread every day after dinner. Ummm…yes please. The bread was phenomenal, firm and fluffy all at the same time. They explain that I can get the same at a decent bakery by asking for a “Tradi” aka a traditional. Apparently there are rules and standards for the recipe’s to be considered this type of baguette. They have most definitely perfected it. I’ve never had such amazing bread, truthfully!
The cheese was Brie but not like the bland nothingness I’ve had before…this was flavorful and creamy. O man! I hope for their own sake, they stay away from the cheese section at Publix. I’m sure there are better boutique shops around town but the prices are surely astronomical. This no less than 2 pound piece of yumminess was only $13.00 at their local grocery store. Not a fancy one. Just an every corner grocer; their version of Publix.
Three bottles of fabulous wine later and we finish of the meal with a fruit salad of mango, pineapple, kiwi and banana. Delicious! A wonderful evening with wonderful people.
Satisfied from the inside out.
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