It’s getting hot in Texas, and not 85 degrees hot, 100+ hot where your clothes stick to you when you’re trying to pump your gas. This is also the time of year when I start dreaming of other places to live. California. New York. Alaska (okay maybe not that far). So in my day-dreaming today I was thinking of a place cool (temperature), alive, full of art, culture, and food that falls into your mouth like tiny pieces of heaven.
I keep all of my favorite cities around the world on my weather app so I can dream about sipping wine at a patio cafe in 70 degrees in Beaune, crossing the ferry from Sausalito to San Francisco in 57 degrees, and taking in the sites while drinking cappuccino under the 60 degree Parisian stars. So in my perpetual state of sweating I will be thinking of all my favorite places and what it would be like to live there, especially my favorite city in the world, Paris.
So here’s my Friday evening nod to París (in a French accident). Tonight I’ll be reminiscing about savoring perfectly poured Vin while watching the lights of the Eiffel Tower glimmer of the Seine.
Josephine Baker – La Conga Blicoti