A Taste of Garlic

God, I love Paris - Paris

paris  God, I love Paris   because we all love reading blogs about life in FranceYou know, I nearly didn’t review this blog and that would have been a real shame.

It was in my list of blogs to take a look at when I get a moment but, I thought it wouldn’t be my sort of thing.

Am I glad that I decided to have a quick browse of God, I love Paris!

The first post I saw was Move over Bacon

That was followed by The Meaty Side of Paris.

I drifted from that, in a trance, to Farm Fresh and by the time I got to Multi-course Madness I was, for want of a better phrase… Well and truly buggered!




Just take a look at the statistics… Of the 581 posts on the God, I love Paris, over 200 are about food or drink.

This blogger, I thought to myself, must have a belly the size of Basingstoke!

So I took a quick look at her profile and found out that she doesn’t look chubby at all.

In fact, unless Amy uses a body double (I’m not joking, it won’t be long before all the best bloggers start using body doubles.  You mark my words!),  she looks completely unfazed by the food she is consuming.

Whereas I only have to look in the window of a boucherie and I  put on 5 kilos!

As Amy says in a recent post…. And tonight, an agency party. I know I’ll indulge in an overload of cheese and champagne. Mais, c’est la vie. That’s what France is for!

I’m not going to delve too deeply into this blog; I’ll leave that luscious voyage for you to experience.

I will, however, pick out a few random phrases as an aperitif….

Oh, to write like him“In the raw veiled spring morning faint odours float of morning Paris: aniseed, damp sawdust, hot dough of bread; and as I cross the Pont Saint Michel the steel blue waking waters chill my heart… Tawny gloom in the vast gargoyled church.” — James Joyce

Sometimes heaven comes cheapOne thing I’ll say for the French: they know how to make a good baguette.

The Little things I love• The church bells • The smell of crepes being made • The mini communities that anchor small businesses—that you can go to a restaurant and see that some of the servers and customers and proprietors have been sharing meals and conversations for years, if not decades • Vin chaud • Plane trees • The echo of footsteps in the quiet streets

I could go on and on but, that would be cruel.

I would be snatching the food off your plate.

Take my advice; tuck in to God, I love Paris and enjoy the feast.

I know that I’ll be coming back for seconds, time and time again!

All the best

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