Scenes From A Paris Bistro

It's one of my happy places

One of my favorite things about our apartment in Paris is the bistro across the street. Not just because they make delicious food, but mostly because every time I come out to my balcony to smoke one of my Galoises Blondes Blancs I get a show.

I sat here this afternoon watching a beautiful interaction between a little girl and her daddy whilst they had a delicious lunch (every meal at La Garçonniere is delicious). She was an adorable little ginger, hair in a ponytail speaking as much with her hands as her mouth while dad sat there, gorgeous crop of hair atop his distinguished head, scarf dangling loosely off his neck. They were sat inside so I couldn’t hear them. Not that my French is so good I would have understood them anyway.

Dad laughed and answered with the same animation as his progeny and she sat there sometimes laughing and interjecting. At one point his leaned forward, chin in hand, elbows firmly in place on the table, smiling.

These are the little snippets I live for. Even no…