La Nourriture

Did I mention that Mr Elinoire and I really liked the food in France? You know, when we were there this spring? No? Whoops, I definitely meant to say that. I mean, what is not to love about these adorable penguins in a Parisian bakery?



Time for the truth: we did not eat at this restaurant so for all I know, the food's awful.* But who cares? With a display like this, who needs yummy food?**



And finally, chocolate. I'm cheating because this is a picture of a Belgian shop (a wonderful, wonderful Belgian shop with some of the weirdest chocolates ever -- tabacco chocolate, anyone? How about wasabi?) but I had to end on a chocolate note.



* I doubt it, though. This is Paris after all.

** I'm lying. I need yummy food. ALL THE TIME. But I still dig those copper pots.

In which I explain why I have posted so infrequently of late

Mr. Elinoire and I are leaving for our belated honeymoon in just a few days. We're visiting friends in NYC, France, Switzerland, and then having a few days on our own in Belgium and Paris. I haven't taken a trip this complicated in several years and the logistics have been intense and complicated. (Not horribly so, but quite distracting.) So... not much posting, and for that I apologize.

Today I began packing by placing my suitcase on the table and putting things from my "take me" list into them. Naturally, any open container must be investigated.



Here, Sylvie joins the investigative team while Mirabelle checks to see if I've accidentally stowed any finches or lizards behind the suitcases. Hey, you never know, and wouldn't she feel silly if she'd missed the opportunity?



I'm going to be really embarrassed if I say I have nothing to declare and then it turns out that I'm transporting a cat across an international border. Note to self: make sure both cats are occupied elsewhere ("look girls, a skunk!") when I zipper it shut.